Morning Comes

Clouds

Dark as night

Hanging low overhead

Ominous, yet inviting

So many shapes

So many layers

Light striations separate the heavy weight

As it looms

This sky, foreboding

Yet intriguing

I’m not ready to go inside

Comfortable in my wintery perch

The cold breeze across my face

Makes me feel alive

Embracing the moment for exactly what it is

A moment, like a cloud

Gone, changing shape

As quickly as I can blink an eye

Morning comes.