The Mourning Light no sign of the sunthe morning is full of stormframed by steel gray clouds the heavens melt downweeping angels fill the skyshedding bitter tears the mud and the rootsdrown in relentless sorrowshallow and hollow restless winds of Marchruffle the raven’s feathersashes to stardust sepia snapshotsthe essence of life waversin the mourning lightContinue reading “The Mourning Light”
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The Nestlings
Photo by Colleen Breuning © 2015 The Nestlings (A Quatern) When Monday mornings come around, The air is filled with precious sounds. Pitter patter of tiny feet Upon the deck, tasting sweet treats. The scent of lilacs spins me round When Monday mornings come around. Endless summer in cloudless skies, See the sparkle in clearContinue reading “The Nestlings”
Colleen Keller Breuning 