In the terrible darkness
Of a widow’s pain;
A warm gentle rain
Softly speaks of summer.
The silver droplets
Cling tentatively
To the frame of her mind,
Dripping into the sleepless
Corners of time …
Beyond the precipice
A seagull’s evening cry.
Gentle twilight
Soothes the tide,
Silence fills the dusk.
The sea ripples
A whisper of tender
Color on the sky.
As the sun sets,
A cold light clings
To the windswept clouds
Holding back the night.