Mood
MOOD
the day leaden
hangs
asleep in depth
there is no moment
only a dead space
just one very long moment
with lines and spaces
smeared
for lack of sun
is it an omen
a june prediction?
at this moment
i’m thinking
‘sunny tomorrows’
with clear blue skies
will the leaden moment subside?
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2016
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