Gray skies
Fills the morning view.
Fills the morning view.
As if
Someone had forgotten
To tell Mother Nature
It's still summertime.
Someone had forgotten
To tell Mother Nature
It's still summertime.
And not
Autumn.
Autumn.
Although
Next Tuesday
The kids go back
To school.
Next Tuesday
The kids go back
To school.
Are the falling tears
The raindrops
Of nature?
The raindrops
Of nature?
She sheds
Intermixed
With hope and lost
For the coming years.
Intermixed
With hope and lost
For the coming years.
Drowning us
In a seemingly endless deluge
A wall of water
That falls
Day after day.
In a seemingly endless deluge
A wall of water
That falls
Day after day.
Drenched
Like a colony
Of drowned rats
We crawl forward
Towards the tunnel
Of muted light.
Like a colony
Of drowned rats
We crawl forward
Towards the tunnel
Of muted light.
Moving blindly
Into the muddle
We call
The future.
Into the muddle
We call
The future.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: My second new poem that I have written since July 1st.
