More poetry
After this one will be a real post with real updates on what's been going on in my life lately. If I don't get too distracted by my magazine.
Startled out of my routine
On just another ordinary day
I look up into the sky
Expecting to see blue
With a light dusting of white clouds
And a yellow sun shining down on me
Bathing me with its warmth.
Instead of these I see
A sky full of dark grey
With a thunderstorm on the horizon
Stretching as far as I can see
Muting my work in the darkness.
Far up ahead,
Having already passed me long ago
I can see where the clouds started
Filling the lands of others' with light
Leaving me to contemplate the storm
That seems to be washing over me
Without an end in sight.
I can only hope that the tempest will end soon
And the sun will come out tomorrow.
Joe Winters says to expect more rain.
Startled out of my routine
On just another ordinary day
I look up into the sky
Expecting to see blue
With a light dusting of white clouds
And a yellow sun shining down on me
Bathing me with its warmth.
Instead of these I see
A sky full of dark grey
With a thunderstorm on the horizon
Stretching as far as I can see
Muting my work in the darkness.
Far up ahead,
Having already passed me long ago
I can see where the clouds started
Filling the lands of others' with light
Leaving me to contemplate the storm
That seems to be washing over me
Without an end in sight.
I can only hope that the tempest will end soon
And the sun will come out tomorrow.
Joe Winters says to expect more rain.