This black mood,
this malaise that coats sweetness
of cherry, flowering—
nutant, the brightness of morning
When did it become so insignificant?
We are only taught what’s worth our investment;
what of altruism?
And now, the sky is my backyard; it lends perspective.
Photo credits: Pinterest
De is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is
“sky.” Come join us! ❤️
Posted for Quadrille #112 @ dVerse Poets Pub