A Gray Dawn
The gray dawn slaughters
the promise of spring,
a desperate last goodbye
Its poisonous haze mocks
a sky forsaken,
the sun again denied
Its blanket lowers
in a shroud of judgment,
whose verdict darkly stained
To deluge its exit
in torrents of thunder
—as light reflects in vain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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