There’s a sadness in the air,
Maybe it came from over there,
or here, but
Why over me?
As a dew – ever falling, collecting
on aging blades of sinew, flesh
Oh, to find my rest.
Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016, edited June 2022
There’s a sadness in the air,
Maybe it came from over there,
or here, but
Why over me?
As a dew – ever falling, collecting
on aging blades of sinew, flesh
Oh, to find my rest.
Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016, edited June 2022