A High Heavy Haze

by John Barber

A high heavy haze

Obscures my gaze

What color would the sky be at this time of day?

Would it be aglow with pink of a sunrise to be?

Or a darkness still teeming with stars yet to see?

The birds don’t seem to mind that the dawn isn’t clear

They sing nonetheless with chatter and cheer

Life is life, regardless of of the scene

A new day, after all, is a day that is clean

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2017 AT 06:43

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