A lonely blue moon
often brings misty shadows
to this tearful sky

Unknown legions march
past overhead carried high
on soft cloud pillows

Spring rain falls softly
on patiently waiting seeds
makes beauty waken

Lonely swan swimming
through an early morning mist
looking for sunrise

Yellow ball of life
rising over distant hills
brings light to my heart

~~~~~Jerry Marks

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