At Times In Shadows – Sonnet

Days of beauty are at times in shadows Of the cloudlets coming through the deep sky The feelings of dark in questions of why With some radiance aspect of their glows The tender light in a heart that once was bright Is shading in more and becoming all less When heaven is in rain clouds without caress And days become like silhouettes in night Such days are lacking thoughts in serenely And impaired to half in their broken dark Too calm to be in good or endearingly And never in grace to kindness embark Shades of their ways are irked yet beautiful In their raven tress and discordant dull