Morning Sunlight keens like a mother
cries for her dying child & leaves
abandon their trees
while fall presumes winter
will glower like black
ice
hard from
preceding
months,
where the promise
of spring seems
unattainable.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
Morning Sunlight keens like a mother
cries for her dying child & leaves
abandon their trees
while fall presumes winter
will glower like black
ice
hard from
preceding
months,
where the promise
of spring seems
unattainable.
