Gray clouds mistreat the sky today
and sunlight blushes through a misty scrim
as we walk in silence down the road,
glimpsing our entangled hands
in mirrors scattered on the ground.
We wonder if these trees were planted here
so we could stroll beneath a leafy canopy,
as we did many months ago in Spring
when our newborn ardor sought the shade.
Now in this crisp cool atmosphere
our love needs light and warmth inside,
our bodies spooned together home in bed.
Author notes
Promt #1: The Fog at the End by Snakeraid
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Some very wonderful images in this poem. I enjoyed this, the thoughts...the light. Wonderful work. ~Pamela
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A nice gentle penning on the picture, I had seen it as more dark but you have brought it light. C
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