Tuesday, February 21, 2012
In the Trenchcoat of her time
She pulls her coat a little closer
the air adrift soft and a little freezing
A feeling of dejection fills her
matching the tired limbs that scours her bones..
The news of a change abounds in the
drift of the wind that blows towards her
sending her into a wistful attire..
Her troubles that lay open in the minds
of the valiant will languor no more
once she begins her sojourn..
In the trenchcoat of her time
she hurls a past of misfortune..
for the outlook of the sun
will soon outshine the passages
of consternation of drudges..