A Calamitous Silence
The sky is threatening, an ominous shade
Of gray with streaks of ebony interspersed
As a calamitous silence hovers o’er the glade.
What were white clouds were dispersed
Being replaced with these angry storm clouds
Of gray with streaks of ebony interspersed.
They remind me of dreaded funereal shrouds
Some would willingly make that exchange,
Being replaced with these angry storm clouds.
In that sense, they do appear eerily strange,
Mother Nature offers no cheerful alternative
Some would willingly make that exchange.
That the sky is threatening is contemplative
Of the end of life in all its dire ramification,
Mother Nature offers no cheerful alternative.
So, must every (wo)man find their station
In life and shine brightly, then slowly fade,
Comes once to everyone from all the nations
As a calamitous silence hovers o’er the glade.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written December 11, 2021
Brian Strand Poetry Contest
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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