Darker
Skies.
I watch and wait and meditate,
Then watch the sky turn grey,
I know it’s never too late,
For a cooler day, I pray.
Darker skies heaving sighs,
Of weather on the way,
Through the lows and the highs,
The clouds will have their say.
The creaking of an opening door,
A flash then a thunderstorm,
A big deluge and there’ll be more,
Clouds march in uniform.
The gentle pitter-patter,
Then changes into rain,
Darker skies, it doesn’t matter,
We love her cool refrain.
The cool air is so soft and sweet,
We hope it never ends,
From my head down to my feet,
The beauty that it sends.
I remember long ago,
And also, recently,
A thrill I had never known,
All done decently.
Stripping inhibitions,
Knowing what comes naturally,
Many different positions,
Some are done laterally.
The long hot days of sunshine,
Broken, by darker skies,
And in-between times are sublime,
Just listen to the sighs.
©
David Rudder
2024
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