(My grief has wings
And soars through forgetful skies
Above the tempest where hope lies.
There dips to slice the peaceful day
Rocked now by its sudden storm.)
~
Hungry, starving sorrow,
Time has feathered, softened your edges
Days have carried wisdom
Over the horizon, that old song,
Weathered. Gold and warm.
Shelley Rae Bell
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