Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Grey Morning

The rumble of the garage door breaks the silence
I step out onto the driveway
The sky is grey-blue
A quilt of clouds sit on the horizon
To the east a small smudge of rose filters through the clouds
But I know that there will be no rays of sunshine today
To the west a lightning show has begun
There is almost a rhythm to the strikes
Funny how the past generates so many storms

I turn toward my car, keys in hand
It’s going to be another cloudy day in my heart

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