soft hues of grey painted across the sky
a bit here and a bit there
like an artist's work in progress.
locking out the sun's heat,
sending a shiver through
the earth and myself.
the clouds slowly move towards each other,
almost trying to join together,
almost trying to create a storm.
to create thunder.
light up the sky in brilliant pops of energy.
they know,
that amongst the two of them,
they can make
a beautiful disaster.
c.d.
a/n: I wrote this on a rainy day.
YOU ARE READING
1:46 a.m.
PoetryA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
