Poem: Strange Times

yellow fog bw

Strange Times

In the distance, locust trees cut a silhouette against the fog.
It has grown quiet, still. The air is heavy and wet.

In the distance, lightning flashes. Summer lightning,
so far away there is no thunder.

The sky is a strange shade of yellow and grey.

These are strange times. A mix of threat and beauty,
fear and promise. You wait, wondering which will prevail.

 

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