THE UNLIT SKIES OF SOUL
A late autumn storm
veils the stars—
the ancient eyes of heaven.
The ebony spheres exult
in their dominion over light,
over the fading of fall colors,
over the summer’s dying suns.
The fruits of summer
barely buried, stalk
like ghosts, whispering
of overripe desire,
suffocating dawn's seed.
From the barrenness
of inner meadows,
the unlit skies of soul,
I observe the changing seasons,
knowing the Gardener is eternal.
Painting: "Celebration" (Acrylics on Canvas)
THE UNLIT SKIES OF SOUL
- Carolyn M Kleefeld
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THE UNLIT SKIES OF SOUL
"We are all forces and instruments of Nature, expressing her every whisper and scream, in an ever-evolving symphony of creation." --Carolyn Mary Kleefeld
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