A Cloudy Afternoon In The Northwest

We sit on a cloudy, warm winter day,
Ablaze with the passion of summer
Deep within our beings.

Remembering a bud that opens
In the spring rain to adorn
The bough of the tree it rests upon.

And though there are grey clouds
Slithering eastward to dump
A foot of snow upon the nearby foothills,

Still we recall the warm breeze of summer
Upcoming, always moving forward
With a long, languid evening stirring our soul.

We’re still in its bosom, warm and safe
Despite the flurries and gales
Upon us from the north.

And summer will bring a new year
One step closer to our next chapter
Writ by fate or destiny or dumb luck.

Never very obvious
So as to always entertain and amaze
With its convoluted path, ever-grateful

Of the succor that is bestowed
Upon us from its unfathomed place
Where dreams and nightmares are made.

But for us, dreams…

© Richard A Martin, Jr., MD, CPC, 2017

Share This Tale

Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on email

Join Written Tales

Helping connect readers & writers!

Recommended Tales

Dead Eye
Life

Dead Eye

So as my emotional gulp slaps a drum beat to drivelling side stepsI sway toward a silver fold in the

Read More »

Leave a Comment

Join Written Tales
Helping readers & writers connect!