Morning Time
It is mourning time
as I sit, my coffee no longer holding the same appeal
My little wren has left the nest
Off on her solo flight
The struggle, I truly feel
As it is mourning time once again
and here I sit, my nest cold and empty
It is the mornings when I feel it the most
the longing, the yearning for the mornings of long ago
Mourning Time
Morning Time, 8 x 10", Encaustic, Brass, Resin, mono print and collage on cradled wood panel