eyes beyond the bare branch sway
and gray of news carved in your skin
see the light of Earth’s turning
see the world as might have been
but minds gone dim drop heavy
hands and wring the sun from day
as the hopeful pray for peace
we wonder about the time
we daydream about the tears
perhaps the sky is clearing
perhaps the wheel is turning

(Words and images Copyright 2014©by Michael Kallstrom)