Cloudy

Cloudy skies mellow the spirit
Soften the shadows of the heart

Cloudy skies
Quiet greys
Gentle whites
Pause
The glare of life

I remember
An empty road
Damp with melting frost
And on the long horizon
A parade of darkling billows
Smudging the colours of sunrise
Like deep mystery
Waiting

I remember
A weeping willow
By a silent river
Crowned in drifting textures
Of pale shapes
Visible music for a tired soul

I remember
A child on a swing
Locked in the sway of the moment
Dreaming on the frieze of clouds
For a moment
A fragile face
Becoming feathered wings
Becoming the craggy mien
Of an old lady
Laced in wisps of webbed grey
Smiling gently

Cloudy skies
Runes for the spirit