Brooding Nimbus

Blackish, brownish, and greyish clouds on zenith call, The white lambs like the ones below, unheeding, crawl; The immaculate white egrets in elation, Mock the grey herons, in calm Zen meditation; Kow-kow of cuckoos and the coo-ee of koels, Sound and resound in the idyllic nature strolls...! A sense of sadness, yet, surrounds my whole being, A bit of depression evokes a forced fleeing; Memories fly beyond realms of nostalgia, And soon turn into terrible cephalalgia; Your flight beyond the skies toward spaces unknown, Comes to stay in the nimbus of my mind, forlorn...! Those plants and flowers; butterflies and honeybees, Those streams and rocks and mossy slippery tall trees; Those frogs and fish and clams and mussels and wrasses, Those fine foams collected around like molasses; All these bring to my mind those golden days bygone, Come back, if you can, dear, that I may find new dawn...!!! 20 June 2023 Any Poem Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori