“Hope,” New Era, Aug. 1985, 28
Hope
Gray skies make
Magnificent sunsets
Ginger-cinnamon spark
Oaks in the sea
Of red leaves
Rustle in breezes that bite.
Golden hues mist the air
Young scholar’s laugh
Tickles the syncopated squeak
Of wipers on the bus.
Photo by Tracy Jones
Photo by Lynn Howlett