Fallow 30

The sun shines through clouds
A winter storm on the way
Or so they tell me

Here in the valley
This typically means cold rain
Not blanket of snow

But a man can hope
That on Friday storm lingers
Syncing life with dream

These dreams forgotten
Save seeing Hope and brother
In the same instance

This felt important
So I held that thought all night
While rest slipped away

What of work today?
I'm in a gambling mood
Let coin flip decide

This dull hazy pain
Of an absence lingering
Will it burn away?

Like fog at the dawn?
Sifting to context for eep?
Eclipsed at first (next) sight?

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