A DRIZMAL DAY ...
Maureen Clifford ©
The #ScribblyBarkPoet
This morning, I
awoke to a world wrapped in velvet
soft and grey
... a drizmal day,
where pregnant
clouds still full of promise
hung heavy after
the rain
and lowering
clouds offered hope.
Scudding squalls
turned
black bitumen
ribbons and red dirt roads
into slick
slippery dips
that caught the
unwary
in maniacal
maneuvers.
What happened to
us?
Once we awoke
wrapped in each other's arms,
speaking without
words - love our silent companion.
But now we are
tongue tied,
our broken
pieces like fallen rose petals
decaying around
what was once beautiful.
Jumping in
puddles is no fun alone.
This morning, I
awoke to a world wrapped in velvet
soft and grey
... a drizmal day.
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