weeping drops scatter, sightless,
among the soil-grains.
An insistent east wind
shakes the world awake, as if sleep
were more than the work of night.
Sunlight behind cloud waits for change;
wounded grey opens like a mouth
speaking of better days.
What else?
Sunlight behind cloud waits for change;
wounded grey opens like a mouth
speaking of better days.
© BH, 2022
Throughout the seasons, the elements dictate mood and tone. Rain, wind, cloud and sun; eyes, sight (or not), sleep, the earth, future. What else?
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