A cold wind blows across the land.
Bare limbs sway as
ravens circle
high in a grey,
cloud-covered sky. Farther
along the path,
two bright blue birds
sweep past, drawing
the eye to the far horizon
where the sun still
shimmers behind
low hanging clouds.
JDG
aholdingplace 
The juxtaposition of grey cloud and shimmering sun in your poem reflects the highs and lows of the emotions of the past few days. It reminds me at the end of a very stressful week that the sun still shines. Thank you for this reminder that at low moments, there is hope.–Em
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