The rising tide

Darkened by the Sun I see nothing as I squint Another blind spot

Staring at the sun Peeking out from the dark clouds Escaping Twilight

Remember Summer It ends on a cool morning with a zipped backpack

Where the river bends That is where I find myself for better or worse

Shades of green appear Slowly everything changes for better or worse

Long walks and dark thoughts Somber clouds brood and rumble til the Sun breaks through

Silver Clouds Spinning Spinning Spinning Silver Worlds Musing Enchantments

One …. Two … Three drops fall Steel grey skies patiently wait Rains peaceful tattoo

Cool grey clouds drift by Whispering rain in the breeze And Oatmeal Cookies

Very impressive A sky full of tiny wings And transforming clouds