Now I long

for all the beauty lost

from words and deeds-

I wish to knit peace

to wrap

this homeless, orphan,

careworn world-

the sun is sinking

and wintry night prowls about-

I bide my time

till ‘proud-pied April* arrives-

*in Shakespeare’s Sonnet 92




Posted for my prompt ~ Longing@ Poets United Midweek Motif