04-26-2021, 09:47 PM
Only Weather
The close gathering
gloom. The slow,
slow pressure drop…
Lowering clouds bleeding out-
mind searing lightning
then sudden thunder-
and always the aching
brilliance of another sky
blue morning…
In the fresh puddles
I can almost see
your reflection.
There was never calm
before the storm
and only stillness after.
I tell myself it's the natural order,
something I will never control,
only weather.
At least, I pray,
please let me cry...
The close gathering
gloom. The slow,
slow pressure drop…
Lowering clouds bleeding out-
mind searing lightning
then sudden thunder-
and always the aching
brilliance of another sky
blue morning…
In the fresh puddles
I can almost see
your reflection.
There was never calm
before the storm
and only stillness after.
I tell myself it's the natural order,
something I will never control,
only weather.
At least, I pray,
please let me cry...