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.
Are You Reading Me?
seems like you and i are in the same kinda mood--lovely :)
ReplyDeleteI'll be by to check yours, it must be the weather, been so beautiful here.
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