Not So Loud
a multitude of hands in gray scale
shushing, clutching, hugging, groping
a warm embrace, passionate, real
black skeletal trees, responding to December
a hush that keeps their secrets safe
storm clouds reflected in determined pools
unseeing orbs, romantic well said whispers
serenity, love, hope, peace. Guess who?
Shh! Not so loud….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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