Wednesday, June 6, 2018




I’m tired
Sighs the morning
And the grey hearted birds
Choose a somber key
And the tears gather
In the corner of the violets’ eye
The hush is alright with the wind
And the lull of the leaves
Makes the sojourner sleep
A slight attempt at straight
Is made by the pickets
And the poppies lean there
Heavy with hope
Shadows link a gentle arm
Around my thoughts
And slip away
And I lay softly with you, World
My mind is aligned
My mood is yours
A little sorrow feeds me
A little sparrow
Needs the rain




Sara Mathews     June 2018

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