2009, fall.

I didn’t ask for a photo,
For that moment to remain,
Though, captured, it is an emblem,
Of my rainy mood, and when
I look on the stones, and
Of their green moss wet,
As the rain falls now and yet,
While most see dreadful weather,
I find my heart full, a-tether
To dark times, always
Under dark skies.

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