Dark Skies
As sky looms grey at close of day,
a frigid north wind blows;
amidst the howl of day so foul,
these trying times expose.
The eve seems grim as light grows dim,
and darkness closes in;
while all around without a sound,
the eerie night begins.
Within a squall the snowflakes fall
and gather on the sill;
a sign to some of things to come
that lie beyond their will.
I miss the norm of summer’s morn,
of daisies in the field;
but don’t look back, you can’t re-track
a past that has been sealed.
We must instead forge on ahead,
to hesitate unwise;
exert our best while on this quest,
and face these darkened skies.
January 26, 2023
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