To a Lonely Soul, Sad of Eyes
on the edges of darkness
morning sighs in heliotrope strokes
across the quilted ashen sky
as the sun masquerades
beneath the shadows outcast
from another impending storm
to a lonely soul, sad of eyes
duskiness remains
beneath the fogged rims
of an endless plight
it cannot see
through misted eyes
a kaleidoscope of aurora
in its awakening
it lies trampled
beneath the pounding
of life's ambages
muddied like the ground
soaked of rains
stammering to stand
in the tempest
of spring's breath
unnoticed
04/30/2020
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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