 |
| picture source: https://za.pinterest.com/pin/375909900138131657/ |
clouds flooding in from the
southern divide,
a curtain of longing, of losses in time,
shreds of images stirring through
grey waters
driven by a steady wind, shivers run
across your skin,
and slowly the rain starts to
fall, soft as a veil
drenching your soul with sorrow
as memories dance through you
once more
A foggy grey morning can be sad.
ReplyDeletehello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay wot is this abowt is this abowt rain??? i do not like rain i think i wil go hide under the covers until it is gawn!!! ok bye
ReplyDeleteRain always does seem to trigger a lot of memories for me. Most of them do have a melancholy edge
ReplyDeleteAnother beauty for your book!
ReplyDeleteJust what I have these days, foggy images of the mind . . . lol
ReplyDeleteI was a Santa at a local school and you might be interested to see what Eddie Santa was up to . . . lol