A Shadowed Sky

There is a sadness to the light that lingers in these woods

left behind by the sun’s passing

as though the trees know that the day is dying

and no morning will come at the end of night

Then the sky is crying, and the river runs full

drowning out all sounds of waiting

the sensation in lungs that breathe air made clean

after the smoke of yesterday’s fire has cleared

Breathe it in, this newfound purity

scent of the second coming of a shadowed sky

with it become one with the twilight

and so die with the day

Do you consider yourself religious?

Photo by Jari Hytönen on Unsplash

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