I enjoyed reading this @d-pend,
I'm pretty sure you enjoyed writing it.
A ruthless spectre, potter's glen
arising with soft westward wind.
Sad silhouette of maker's bliss
to tame me with unfurling kiss.
Far off comment:
Cranny could never fit into the rhythm and rhyme of this poem at all. I wonder how nook and cranny got matched up anyhow.
Just one question...
Are there actually any pedestrians in that neighborhood other than you?