Silent Sun

Silent sun,
hidden behind gray sky;
just as whispers emerge in the wind,
light on the falling leaves,
sitting birds,
barren branches,
and wheat-colored grass.
Light on my sorrowed heart.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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