The Bitter Wind
Forlorn, the nightingale is still
bitter is the wind without song
autumn cloaked in gusts of silence
Forlorn, the nightingale is still
ominous clouds conquer dawn’s light
a somber moon has left the sky
Forlorn, the nightingale is still
bitter is the wind without song
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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