Thoughts on a Cloudy Day
I thought about you today
As I drove toward your mountain,
Under a blanket of grey
With clouds shaped like ghosts,
Quietly gliding across the sky.
I wondered if you were also under that canopy,
Or did the thick grey cover hover below you,
And were you smiling and watching my ghostly clouds,
Dancing at your feet.
Perhaps the sun was shining over you,
And soon would melt away the ghostly ones,
Or maybe they would float away
On a gentle breeze.
Then you could look down from your mountain
And see me,
Looking up,
And thinking about you.
-Rose Myers
Campbell Poetry Circle
October 3, 2012
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