Deceptions
Rising light
warm breezes in morning
whisper tranquility
under a scattering of clouds
and I know each
by its shape
while I find my ease
until the storm
when I succumb to fear
of demon clouds
strangers to me
covering the sky
rumbling and thundering
cold rain and winds in the afternoon
descending darkness.
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2012
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