The sun sets on another day…
The sunset was foreboding as it was yesterday. The weather threatened annihilation or at least a little bit of suffering and as I looked out across the horizon I thought about what was to come.
A poem for the day:
It Comes
I sat watching the sky and wondered why the people shied away
The sky was blue and the casts untrue but they did what as they may
and the world was wide and nothing allowed to be for sure right now
and each person watching was still aghast and about to have a cow
For the world was here, and time stood still as water gathered high
and just for a moment the people wondered about what fell from the sky
and if the storm should hit right now, or fly upon again
then each of us would fight the sky in a battle we cannot win
Yes, the storm comes, and yes it goes and we can only watch
because each day passes, and storms are storms, and life is full of these patches
I smiles again, as people flee with bread and milk and sop
and wonder when we will all just adapt and not worry with our mop
Yes its a mess, but nothing changes how the weather comes
but if we flutter and still adapt, we will feel as though we won
So as the sun sets on another day, ever write a poem and watch it go weird? I just did, but it was fun, and I enjoyed the thoughts flowing about random weather. I hope you do well, and I hope the skies treat you right, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and snow or ice?