outside my window
peering out my window
clouds gather around
and darken
a once promising
bright day
blackbirds circle above
slowly descending
and squawking
instinctively finding
shelter
thunder murmurs and moans
and i close my eyes
suppressing
a distant memory
knocking
once the showers arrive
i gaze past the pane
your image
refreshing like the rain
falling
december two thousand twelve
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beautiful poem, evokes deep emotions. I like the development of the storm into rain and the story weaved in between.
thank you so much ms vachal
@Jack9eight5 was here.
i imagine so – thank you for stopping by
Isn’t playing with words magical? It’s as refreshing as your imagination and talent!
Indeed it is, Maryse. Thanks so much for visiting and commenting. 😉
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