Don’t be sad
With my sadness
For I am a grey child
I thrive on the emotions
Of a rain filled morn
When the sky leans in
And the trees weep
In notes of plinking melancholy
And each breath tastes silver
And strong of misty memory
I am sister to the sullen sky
We traipse the tearful day
Replete with every sorrow
Arm in arm we wander it
And revel in the soulfulness
Of sodden
Solemn world
Sara Mathews May 2019
Artwork ~ Maria Zeldis
