Thurman P. Woodfork


Thurman P. Woodfork: Night Fright – Day LightFears from the past
that, in the day,
are by the light
held at bay

are freed to roam
through shadowy gloom
when revealing light
has left the room.

The mind is not
distracted then
by the affairs
of mortal men.

Memories we wish
had never been born
people the night
until the morn.

Then welcome rays
from the rising sun
chase them back to
where they’d begun:

back to their caves
of remembered pain,
to lurk there in shadow
till night falls again.