Vincent Van Gogh

The year settling upon forlorn eyes
the aged furrows in weathered brow
O tarnished heart the wind thus spies
gathering toil now.

A smile can quench sheltered loss
a lasting breeze in summer heat
Or a velvet shimmer in autumn moss
Pray lovely thoughts shall meet.

Lying about in passing days
hand in mine reclusive souls
and harried urge to abate old ways
are met in empathetic lulls

Vision comes in deeper thought
or alights on morning dew
and grace covers the time we’ve wrought
and sheds joy upon times with you.

(c) rick stassi