Just out my window
Watching this December rain
I finish my tea
I woke early this morning fighting a migraine. The daggers in my skull have been dulled, but the mental fog and inability to focus remain. The grey, rainy skies seem to fit perfectly with my state of being.
While I look skyward
Moments of clarity shine
This cold autumn sky
This grey morning light
Falls deftly through morning sky
Clouds from the ocean
The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind
Seattle’s grey skies
Though they filter the sunlight
Bring me peacefulness
Moonlight hides from me
Behind the rain laden clouds
Spots on my glasses
Light across the cloud
The eye of God looking down
Changed when it meets me
Today’s gray morning
Eventually sun will win
With afternoon warmth
Evrning colors speak
Calling forth the rising moon
Dusk’s magenta clouds
High clouds greet the morn
Birds call, seemingly calmer
More subdued, perhaps
Sound absorbed by clouds
Gray skies soothe me, though
Relieved of garish sunlight
