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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