It's A Shame

 

 

It seems a shame

      a night like this

spent alone

The scent of pine and aspen

swaying in the air

      freely

In the sky stars shine

      storm clouds passing

on the right lightening fly’s

Colors and gun powder

      echo down the street

birth of light in the storms trailing path

Seems a shame

      to spend such a night

alone on play ground steps

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:48PM Thu 0738 'Butterfly' Corine Bailey Ray alone, it's pretty here, fine, in the park (Written, Sylph)