Listen to the morning
The soft tears
Drop on willing ears
The little violet
Sighs it’s deepest blue
Blossoms weep with sympathy
The birds are solemn
With concern
And clouds surround
In whispered mists of empathy
The hush of time
The reticence of sun
Have all conspired
To blur the hour
The moment stops
It’s onward tread
The wind breathes soft
As lullabies
To comfort you
And the gray and sorrowed skies
Are quiet as a loving friend




Sara Mathews     May 2020
Pierre-Auguste Renoir
~ For Judy