Sadness With The Morn

by Agnes Clarke

The darkness of the morn depicts the day

Skeleton trees abysmal forms their abstract art display

Black crows weave flapping wings a vortex vociferous in their cry

Do they know the hurt within my heart’s plaintive sigh


While eyes red sore and hurting shed a river of such pain

As salty tears cascade and flow to lips licked dry in vain

Closed eyes recall in memory that day he came my way

With cry of desperation beneath the hedge he lay


Sad and lonely soft and warm cradled in my arms so tight

A little scrap of black fur with green eyes oh so bright

My friend and confident through years he gave love from the start

Now boundless grief and sadness reigns while loneliness imparts

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Writers Bio

I am a retired housewife and grandmother of Jacob and Jesse

I have been writing poetry for quite a few years

I enjoy the challenge of writing my verse especially from pictures

I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married to John for 50 years

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