Woopa Bank
I can tell by your face
the clouds intimidate, when weeping,
one look into your soul
tells one how you are keeping.
Oppressive droops the raindrops
wrenched from the saddest sky,
tormented the grey mist swirls
yet my affection, oh so slow to die!
I still see the summer breeze dance
within your tolerant chaste,
till autumn’s manipulation long past,
and quaking trees stand bare.
Throughout my life I recall
blue skies, sunrise ablaze,
one day to recollect again
in this place, where we both were raised!
© Harry J Horsman 2023
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2023
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