The skies are changing, wild cloud streaking
In and out of sunbeams, veils of grey.
Roses heavy bowed with bee-loud scent
Strain against the wind, stain pink the day.
I hear your words again against the howl
Of crow-black branches, twisted by the gale,
They lie as dull as water in the ditch,
Their echoes faded like a distant wail.
Roses fall, wind bears all trace away,
The sky has changed, in stormlight shadows play.
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So beautiful, thank you ๐ You is a poet of lovely magic. ๐
Thank you, Fran ๐ I’m pleased you enjoyed it. I enjoy spinning the web.
So intense, and I really imagined the skies changing. Thanks for sharing! ๐
Thank you! I’m pleased you saw the picture ๐
You ‘do’ description like no-one else. I felt I was standing there, experiencing what you experienced. Just beautiful my friend.
Thank you so much! And I take the ‘my friend’ as a great compliment ๐
You write the most lovely poetry, Jane.
Thank you, Robbie! I’m so pleased you enjoy it ๐
Beautiful–stormy days and stormy souls.
We had changeable skies here today. We were walking about Philadelphia, and it would get cloudy, then sunny, then rain, then the sun would come out (sometimes at the same time)–and it was warmer in February.
It’s been the same here. Hoping the summer is going to summer soon though ๐
Yes, but not too hot. I’m Goldilocks, and I’d like it just right for a bit. ๐
With the climate in the state it is, that is a tall order ๐
Well, I’m a dreamer. ๐
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