Morn
He shook the blanket and it fell
Tumbling over all trees
Bouncing upon the hillside far
Now veiled unclearly sees
Golden sun behind the blanket
Bright rays illuminate
In straight waves of bright yellow light
Soon day rejuvenates
Roosters crow in dim light and damp
Their melodies supreme
The blanket settles in zizzag
Folks awaken from dreams
A stillness accentuates sound
Or the lack thereof
An eerie feel like the quiet
Before the storm above
As the dark featherweight clouds float
Black as a widow's veil
One ray of hope in the charcoal
A pink colored cloud sails
Finis' Maybe???
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015
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