Shivering Storms By Diana Pierce
Cloudy days fog our ever thinking minds,
Darkness intervenes upon happy finds,
A window covered with a burlap bag,
Keeps sunshine out as well as any rag,
Lace curtains may bring fancy promise,
Yet, not for the good it ever harnessed.
May heartbreak never reveal its source?
Or frighten travelers who stray off course.
Mock retreats may bring us bogus slumber,
Shivering with passing storms and thunder,
Be us not so quick to judge each other,
Show respect for the sake of your mother.
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