clouds
backlit by storm
and the magic of timing
there is never a moment of silence
something somewhere
is always rumbling
and i learn to take peace
in the pauses
there is never a pillow
of sweet dreams
everafter
but rather
this reality
of storm and sunshine
creeping in
on stealthy paws
and we sit
together
stare each other
down
from the comfortable
distance
between us
.
.
.
July 2nd, 2015 at 12:47 pm
Once again wonderful. The quiet conversation of clouds is always delightful, but that distant rumble of thunder is magic.
July 2nd, 2015 at 6:19 pm
I love this description. I also love the intimacy of the storm – felt like I was there, excellent.