Flutter in the eaves.

Sorrowful tones from the mother’s circle.

Lowered expectations your whole life long.

Weary, so weary, there’s no respite for us.

Shadows hold secrets no one should hear.

Hushed chatter amid static.

The light spills beyond the curtain.

Shield your eyes as you’ve done your heart.

The wind whisks away the dry, brittle leaves.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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