Second Coming
Foggy in the morning:
my eyes and the street
are engulfed by darkness that
is surely set to break
by beams fighting their way
through the horizon.
Dawn appears
and hope peeks through,
but the chill of winter
stays all day long,
as the sun threatens to set
too soon.
Gone again,
I anticipate
its return,
but first
I must
wait.
Jackie Davis