Afternoon Poem, July 13, 2015

.

 

Haze hangs over the midsummer morning

Like a dirty curtain.

Where is the promised light

The golden light?

This is the season of life

The season of growth.

How can the light be hidden?

.

Oh, that the skies would shine

Blue and gold again

And our hearts rise

In the warm, clear air.

 

Copyright 2015

 

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s