Insight
credulous at times
or so it seems i am
as i peer outwards
through speckled windows
beyond the splatter of rain
from dawn's misty skies
the crimson edges of the horizon
seems distorted from view
as the sun peeks through
newly budding maples
that line the path
of these empty streets
where only silence lingers
on the corners
of every lawn
it seems not long ago
one could hear laughter
of children gathering
as dogs curiously walked by
but now it's only a memory
of faded days
as if winter
still hung in the air
i see the robins
frolicking from branches
as if embracing the warmth
of another day
risen without noise
a full moon
still rests on the edges
of this sky
that seems clearer
as if a fog has lifted
from everywhere
but my mind
my erstwhile dreams
hide behind closed curtains
of this worrisome mind
in these troubled times
i can almost hear the roar
of the ocean's ebb and flow
as i close my eyes
beneath these salted mists
that fall from within
as I seek the aperçu
of understanding
as unknowledgeable as i am
looking from the inside out
"my heart still feels those times
spent in the warmth"
April 5, 2020
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My heart still feels those times spent in the warmth - from the poem 'What the eye sees the heart cannot forget.
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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