Stories of Another Day
I hear the bird calling at dusk
Stories told at the end of the day
Leading me to think of mine
Meandering on their way
My silence takes over with listening
I try not to skip a page
In a rush to get beyond troubles,
Avoiding a war not to wage
I don't see the sun, it hides in clouds tonight
It doesn't want to show its face
Maybe, it's a little tired
And wants to be some other place
Pitter-patter steps, chipmunks scurry
Gray clouds hold back the rain for now
I still find myself reaching,
As if I can touch the sun somehow
As darkness settles in, the sun is gone away
The sun and I will meet another day, another day
Heidi Sands
8/18/22
POTD 8/20/22
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2022
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