Stormy clouds and gray skies,
A chill in the air
soaks down to my bones.
Red tide rising,
And the dam threatens to spill.
Along side you a breeze blows in,
And with it the waters calm,
The summer is in your eyes,
A smile in the wind
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Poems
PoetrySometimes I write in the early morning hours. When everyone else is sleeping and I'm the only one up, inspiration sparks.
