You say . . .
. . .there’s a cold front moving through
clouds rush overhead
flashes of silvery light
passing from one tree to the next
one empty blue patch
catches the sun
& throws it down onto earth
for all to see
I say . . .
. . . there’s a cold front moving through
now reflections disappear
as if never there before
I can still see the leftovers
& my only remaining sky
. . . there’s a cold front moving through
Joan! Your words are wonderful…but when I scrolled down and saw the picture…I could feel them in my bones! A wonderful pairing that makes me ask…which came first words? or photo? Brrrr! Awesome skills 🙂
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Thank you Marsha ~ allowing myself to get swept up to the sky!
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Beautifully crafted
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Jacquie thanks for your kind words. We are forever confronted with immediate changes in our lives ~ somehow storms tear thru! ~ but we sometimes survive & rebuild like never before ~~
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You certainly bring intensity and “color” to an impending change whether it be weather or something else. Wonderful metaphor that keeps the reader on edge, waiting..pondering. Great write, Joanie!
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Thank you for reading and sharing tonight~! Glad you enjoyed it!
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