Black and Blue by Carol Ronaldson

Carol Ronaldson | September 8th, 2011 | poetry | No Comments


The sky is bruised
black and blue
an angry wound

across the sun,
a taunting wind
plays hide and seek
in the tops of trees,

blowing leaves
teasing hair
under skirts
laughing here
laughing there
kissing this
kissing that
runs away

dancing high
dancing low
singing songs,
sighs, and moans
softly hums,
sings the longing
sings the hope;
sings the song of rain.

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