Wandering Sun

While gazing at clouds embracing the sky, 

Her voice spoke sadly of days gone by.

She sketched the future and feared its form,
Predicting more rain, before the storm.

No sunlight to wander;
No flowers to ponder;
Only clouds of grey
Led her thoughts astray.

Painting the sky in colors that bled,
Its poisonous rain is coming she said;
"The winds are blowing this way I fear"

Insisting a storm is certainly near.

No sunlight to wander;
No flowers to ponder;
Only clouds of grey
Led her thoughts astray.

Then her mind became quiet

And her fear ceased its riot;

From the clouds burst the light, 
Warming the cold, fearful night.

The sunlight now wandered, 

Through the flowers she pondered;
The colors so vibrant
It subdued her mind's tyrant.

©2010 Danielle Pierre

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