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A Cold Gust

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Another wind swept plain,
Another day looks all the same.
A grey sky winds down this way,
A cold gust seems to say:
Darkness gives way to light
But never really goes away.

My Shallow Sleep

Shall he remain fallen cold, buried here?
The various pains of living follow him.
And waking up to a grey sky so clear,
A midday light beyond the moon grows dim.
They were followed here, this is nothing new.
They know better than this untrodden path.
Before them, those that followed, they were few,
Fewer still who returned. Dim: this light past.
After they will break as water on rock,
They will scatter as shadows in the light.
Here the new headstones do nothing to block.
Various pains drive residents to flight.
I’ll dream of things unspoken, rest undone,
In my shallow sleep gift under the sun.

Hidden Sun

Walking together
Though we find
No clear path
To our feet to bind
Grey skies and sun,
Wind snow and rain
We will be together
We both carry this pain
From time to time looking up
To overcast sky again
We know the sun is there
Not always seen
But there watching
Waiting to show
That under grey skies
There’s still one thing that glows.

A Cloudy July


A shadow in the wake of thunder at his door.
Thought of this once, not too often before.
Such heavy clouds preceding storms,
In a season where such thoughts form.
Blackened skies and his heart so lightened,
Of the lightning he’s never been frightened.
With open arms he welcomes such as these,
Where they don’t belong in place of summertime breeze.
Much preferred to the bright summer sun
His heart gladdened by what the grey sky won.
In the peace before the storm he sighs,
And prays for more Julys with grey skies.