When the woods and water are bleak and brown
They still possess a certain charm
Though cold and grey, the air and sky
We walk through the woods, my dog and I
Tag: poetry
Storm
Wash me rain, disguise my tears
Bathe me downpour, my way’s unclear
For the ruts are deep, the land abraded
The walking wounded, esteem degraded
Thunder drown the sound of weeping
A silent vow no longer keeping
As I trudge the muddy path
The deluge slows to a shower at last
Soaked and shivering, I carry on
The roiling clouds give way to sun
Soon its warmth dries my skin
And with healing heart I begin
Image found on Pinterest.
Pitch Black
She was as welcome
As a ray of sunshine…
On a parched desert world
Devoid of life
Atmosphere burned away
By hydrocarbons
She was as wanted
As a downpour…
On the day of the funeral
The mourners soaked
With cold rain
And bitter tears
She was as loved
As an armistice…
On the final day of a war
In which your son
Was the last one
To die
She was as pitch black
As the agony in her broken heart
I pulled the first stanza of this poem straight out of a comment I made yesterday about being a ray of sunshine… the rest of it just sort of fell into place after that. Header Image: Agony and Ecstasy -Paul Lovering
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 