Forecast

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Sun is up

Its time to sing,

When brightness covers

Everything.

Clouds move in

And brightness ends,

A shadowy darkness

Mind it bends.

Sun back up

And birds are high,

It’s all so rosy

In the sky.

Swift in change

And back again,

The greyness brings

A slapping rain.

Tempest blows

And rages on,

In quick hit flash

All hope is gone.

Forecast

Undulating rush

Unlikable fool

Training nothing

Biting hit

As crash it comes

Relenting not

It crushes

Lies

Shares imaginative light

And means nothing.

You. Choose.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry prose. Copyright: Monday, April 25, 2016.

Image: Yellow jacket by Justin Luebke from StockSnap.

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