Time of the day. A poem by Joan Valkenburg

Bare branches waiting for leaves
Stems shake in quiet breeze
Sulky sky pale blue and grey
Clouds forming rain on the way

Church steeple standing tall
Empty aisles no candles lit
The darkness adds to signs of spirit
No one answered the bells call

Birds flying squirrels climbing cats prowling
Nature’s fine
People wait in many places
All they have today is time


From my bedroom window while cocooned

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