Thursday, March 5, 2015


Caught in the beam, the strangest scene occurs
as sudden squall calls spirits to arise…
across the empty roadway now they stir
in whispered hush to dance before my eyes.

The softness of their form allays all fear—
these silent apparitions of the night;
as quickly as they've come, now disappear
and I alone left witness to their sight.

© Ginny Brannan 2015


  1. it is interesting the ghosts that flit through our headlights on the road...the shadow cats that give us a start or make us jump...

  2. Better ghosts than deer! Wonderfully writ, Ginny.


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