Try to outrun the weather
Clouds sever, disconnected from the sun
Bearing down
Storm brewing in the door yard
Hard rain
Soil begging for days
The dry spell is over
Sky coming down in waves
Tag Archives: Sun
Tomorrow’s Weather
Sun peeks through before slipping under
Just a taste on an overcast day
A sign of things to come
Forecast looking up
I keep my fingers crossed
Tossing my head back
I wonder at the sky
Until it fades to black
Until it’s time to rest my eyes
I’ll be dreaming of a sunrise
A Place in the Sun
Fair weather draws me out
Captivates and sedates me
Small peace I’ve found
Under welcoming clouds
No idle threats of a storm
Seas of blue, placid and warm
Seance of the Sun
Pre-dawn specter
A shade against navy skies
Shapeless in the small hours
Soon the enemy will rise
Bright lights
Aural assaults
People wailing
Derail my train of thought
Stark contrast
Seance of the sun
Bound here, in a place I don’t belong
Eastward Glare
I rise in repetition
The drudgery of a day
I wish the night was static
Forever stuck in place
To taste eternal darkness
That would bring me peace
Or a case of blindness, to hide the world at least
East, I stare contemptuously
Go away, dread Sun
Set a final time
Your life has gone on long…
Long enough
A Grain of Sky
The summer sky at night is alike to any other
Empty of all light aside from stars that sputter
Flicker out of sight
Contending with the moon to see who is most bright
A tight race, neck and neck
The moon borrows its light from our own little speck
A traitor to the stars
Equally as dim from some other planet, far
Feeble, just the same
In this desert ocean, we are not but one small grain
Severed from the Sun
Groaning joints and weakened limbs
Sickly little tree of sin
Slim and sinuous
Like a whip
Of mort-flesh, cut in strips
Ripped apart by stormy weather
The skies aren’t likely to get better
Severed from the pretty Sun
I live rooted in the mud
Clouded Eyes
Cloud covered skies are easy on the eyes
Filtering pain from the light
Mighty sensitivity, thanking the shade
Eagerly awaiting the night
I fight in the day, just to stay open
Reflexively they remain shut
I never was a light heart
No child of the sun
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