Weeping Sky
Weeping sky, downcast sky,
laden with winter sorrow, with winter apology.
Ruminating sky, regretful sky,
pregnant with unsettled mind, unsettled life.
Necessary suffering sky replenishing, restoring
all the waters of sustenance.
Is this the agony women know in labor?
Birthing, stretching, moaning sky,
helpless cry, billowy churning sky,
light-starved and dejected.
We can only wait for nature’s cloud break,
nature’s mandate from a brighter angle of the sun.
Copyright © Thomas Wells | Year Posted 2022
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