tinges white porcelain dust
on shriveled earth,
loud hateful words tangled with smoke-
where is south wind to lift gloom away?
night chills our bones
tired with drawn out war striking
streets to ghost towns,
winter comes with shattered sky-
where is blue moon to drown our aches?
take these broken parts
and hammer them to a canvas
with winter's fire,
your hands are a gardeners'
blooming each fragment to petaled sun-
Israel Artist Zemer Peled
Posted for OpenLinkNight - D'verse Poets Pub ~ I am on a short study break but will be around to visit ~ Happy Thanksgiving to our US friends ~