Summer Grey.

Today is a bleak day

a dull day. It did not

rise with joy.

Trees roam restless

disquiet in their hearts,

the cry of wind about

their tongue:

forlorn they weep

beneath the closely

curtained sky.

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this day.....

great imagery!


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....



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Thank you very much, it's so

Thank you very much, it's so nice of you to comment, it's much appreciated 

 :-)  Sue.