Rain Clouded Tears

Low, deep rumbling clouds,

slide slowly across a slate-gray sky.

An occasional rush of cool winds

push and pull at what cannot be moved,

while everything else is torn away,

only to be abused

when the winds want their way.

… and you know it will rain soon.

Low, quiet thoughts,

slide slowly through your mind.

an occasional rush of a smile,

push and pull at what cannot be changed,

while everything else is torn away.

I think of all our yesterdays,

as I leave you fresh roses,

and walk away.

… and choke back the tears to follow.

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This one you will see again down the road

from my new collection starting soon:

Scattered Thoughts