Brooding Skies

As dark brooding skies weep with mournful rain,
I tread to hide tears of heartache and grief,
trying to staunch my lament, but in vain.
From love now lost, I've not yet found relief.
On cloudless days I scan harbor and shore,
distant horizons, for signs of a gale.
But I hear no rumbling of thunder's roar,
no hint of a downpour, lightning nor hail.
One day soon, I hope my sad heart shall heal
and I'll welcome the sun's warmth on my face.
Then, I shall no longer have to conceal
teardrops from missing my lover's embrace.
I shall be freed from sadness, freed from pain
as dark brooding skies weep with mournful rain.
~ May 27th, 2022 ~
Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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