Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Wednesday Rain

Rain greyed skies deepen the greens
Weigh down the leaves as the trees bow
Teardrops splatter the page in front of me
Even as rain falls across the flowers 
In my garden outside

My heart now a garden of sorrows 
Too much inside of me
For the waiting sun to magic make
Or the moon to comfort give 
For time marches on 

In the wake of
In spite of
In the face of
The splintered broken shell
That once was a life well-lived well-loved

~ Ellen Apple 06-25-2014

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