The day appeared on the horizon like a baby born breech
The orange, tepid sun peeking through cirrus clouds
With a new seriousness
Obviating with curiosity in a black mist floating over an obscured view of the slivery moon
Sliced into wisps of light by a man with a scythe
A dark Dublin Bay quaking with remorse
Over deeds undone
Words un whispered
Love not shared.
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, June 21, 2017. Happy Summer Solstice!