the sky may be dark and greybut we're together
after days and weeks
everything falls in place
a poem writes itself
how clumsy of me!
i've spilled coffee in your lap!
and you wanted tea!
the senses betray
eyes can be closed and ears shut
when the heart demands
on Easter morning
children (cruel in their young tastes)eat candy crosses
the brilliant aura
red around the setting sun
is colored by dirt
every drop of blood
drawn from my incisioned vein
beats my heart faster
the oppressive night
closes about my shoulders
like a leaden cloak
melting icicles
send tinted drops of waterspiraling earthward
thunder broke the sky
shattered pieces fell earthward
striking the landscape
the phantom moon
silver in its ghostly glow
haunts my seeking eyes
above the thunder
mothers call their children home
as if with one voice
It took forever to get the photos in the right place for this one! Writing the poetry took less time. . .
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