buds wait steeped in slumber
bereft of summer rainbows
cold gray branches
lifting towards the light
shrugging deeper into quilted jacket
my face turns to the dawn
a single silver drop of dew falls
the devil’s halo spreads beneath
rings on the black surfacebeyond the ken of humans
laden clouds move
across the languid lake
haunted by its chilling stillness
drops fall like tears
first one
then two
skeleton fingered trees
reflect on murky water
umber oak leaves
sinking like my dreams
my spirit rises
above the creamy horizon
there where angels dance
uplifted by red maple buds
waiting for penumbral dawn
2 comments:
Not sure if this is in response, or if you know, but Andrew passed away on Monday. Terribly sorry.
Thank you for telling me. It wasn't actually. I did not know.
I liked Andrew's posts. We ahd some terrific conversations. I had sent him an e-mail on Monday, too.
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