Monday, September 09, 2013


The clouds are swirling higher
in a white and wispy gyre
as smoky as desire

The sky is vast and clear
and bluer than a tear
when dreams must disappear

The blustered trees are heaving
their green facade deceiving
for soon the kids are leaving

The water in the creek
is gurgling and tries to speak
the secret it must leak.


Lynn Proctor said...

seems like you and i are in the same kinda mood--lovely :)

rch said...

I'll be by to check yours, it must be the weather, been so beautiful here.