Sorrow Poem by John May

Sorrow



I woke to sounds of singing birds
To joyful morning sun and sky
Yes, all creation woke in bliss
I woke in sorrow- ah, but why

The mystic thrill of dawn was spent
The feel of summer waxed away
The blue and amber sky was black
My heart … a writhing winter gray

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