APRIL is Poetry Month
By Leah C Dancel
THE STREET WHERE I LIVE
There's not a moon
Nor stars, not one.
Not a speckle
I saw in the sky.
The air is balm,
Not a cold that pricked
my bones.
I couldn't feel any chill
On this wee hour of dawn
As I walked alone
In my solitary company.
The street is pure bliss
In quietude and stillness
Not a shadow that lurked
Behind every tree I passed by.
The lights were bright and assuring
That I walked safely unharmed.
There's no cause to be alarmed
As it is safe...
On the street
where I live.
©Leah C Dancel
Copyright © 25 April 2023
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