The Attic

Up in the attic

Cacophony

Wailing and moaning

Chains rattle once, twice

Then silence

Battering my peace

Before I shivered 

Safe in bed

But now I must know

Up the stairs

I go with trembling

The attic is dark

My light dies

Something scraps my hand

Now the wails and moans

All are mine

Racing down the stairs

Prompt: A secret in the Attic

Winter Descends

When the clear air bites

Cold and colder

I embark in gloves and scarfs

Green leaves flush in fright

Red and redder

Crunching underfoot

The frosty chill invites

Chocolate and chocolate

Stirred steaming and sipped

Winter brings night —

Early and earlier

My window darkens

Written for dVerse.