April Morning
Morning on Mars
All white and grey
Wispy mist hovering
On the edge of the day
Eerie sounds in the air
And nobody in sight
The sullen face of the sky
Miserly sheds its light
I have to face the street
As a survivor might
Contemplate the battlefield
After a deadly fight
The spring has come, oh, Lord
In the fiery sign of Ram
Forcing the winter soldiers
Deep into quicksand
And as I go along
Expecting the skies to open
I sense the strength of new season
And see the buds, its token
About noon I can’t believe
That it’s the same old day
The sun is shining happily
And birds twitter and sway.
© Copyright: Драгана Старчевич, 2018
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