A Seed Planted

Cloudy skies, muted, monotonous;
days on end they come
like a parade of gray-suited aliens;
only, their familiarity

Beyond the clouds there is more sky
stars and vast unexplored space
where the land is gone and the lives are few
far from the

Just Beyond the Clouds

My skies are somber and gray.

There is no joy in my heaven today.

I am searching for the magic,

"Come outside, I want to show you something,"
she said without telling me why,
and proceeded to drag me outside past the porch
and

Fluffy balls of white cotton float across the blue sky

Carried by the wind, changing shapes as they fly

I watch them as