Devil makes a play

 Sun shining down on the hills

and the wind above is blowing 

but the trees are standing still,

as I watch a hawk fly over the 

field. 

The season is approaching rather fast

 fluctuating like fractured glass, 

sliver of glass to the skin is a reminder 

of the pain the past let's in. 

~

You don't always understand

 when the devils hand is played.

trickery at its best when the

darkness is engaged. 

Believing or wanting 

the fool takes the stand, 

when you see what you see

is a part of some evil plan. 

Traveling down this road

I've traveled before 

but this is a little different

as I know what's in store.

~