¡Ay, Dios!

Tired trees writhe
in the twisting winds,
scattering leaves to
the distant corners.

The hopes of spring
shiver beneath the grey,
bleak, drained of colour,
short on memories.

Forgotten skies!
How we reach out to you!

The light is for longing,
Darkness for prayer.

ay-dio

Advertisements

So, what do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s