Moans~

The wind moans blue beneath my door

It tugs the leaf from tree to grass

It draws the sea across the shore

And strains against rain-pelted glass

Thus, I can never really tell

Was it a tear or rain that fell?

Thought moans, a tempest in my mind

It clenches sorrows in my heart

Then surges, like the autumn wind

Across the twilight’s dim rampart

Thus, I can never really tell

Was it a tear or dusk that fell?

The quiet moans a lullaby

It trembles in leafy rain-song

A tune of moments slipping by

Of whispered hours here, then gone

Thus I can never really tell,

Was it a tear, or time that fell?

© Janet Martin