After The Strange Rain Poem by DM W

After The Strange Rain



After the strange rain:
The yellow plague of sun.
The gnarled, black branches
Of skeletal trees
Are dripping with blood.

After the strange rain:
The ashes in the streets
And the valleys & fields.
There's no one left to weep;
Diurnal time has died.

Friday, April 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: apocalypse
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