Strange September Sunset

Kevin Michael Bloor

This strange September sunset seems

Like portent from a poet's dreams,

A prophecy that melts from sorrow

For faithless souls with no tomorrow.

 

This picture of the day that dies,

These hazy, harsh autumnal skies

Do seem to whisper wordless warning

That darker days, for some, are dawning.

 

This strange September sunset seems

Our glimpse of glory, till it gleams,

When we wake up in world of wonder

Where skies are clear of storms and thunder.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 15th, 2019 08:29
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  • Category: Reflection
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