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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Colleen Keller Breuning 