Here is sadness

With her doleful eyes

And dismal tread 

She carries heavy news 

A face full of grey

She weeps her way

Into the rain

Sighs her burdens to the wind

And cries

I too 

Could love the blueness

Of an April sky

Ringing out with song

The reds of budding saplings 

The silver stream that laughs all day

Alas, no joy is mine

My harp was strung 

In somber key

Be gentle with her then

Let her stay awhile 

And rest her weariness 

Against your heart

She’s come to bide with you

For company

For empathy

For your strong 

Enduring hope

Sara Mathews     March 2020

Antoine Auguste Ernest Herbert