Bread and Butter
Black clouds grow ominously in the distance
The sun dances on the happy blue sky with smiles
Rain drowns plants that have fallen in disfavor
Colors of flowers are kissed by angels on the wing
Monsters devour them in evening with black teeth
Children sing. Farmers plant vegetation, are at one with nature
Clouds still gather at the fringes sinister and mean
Friendly birds build spring like nests to comfort eggs
Old age is no place to be when cold sets in to blind
The sun can only burn so much so brightly
Enough though to see that bread still needs buttering
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016
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