25 of 31 - SOLSC 2019
The wind is gusting,
sending things tossing about;
rubbish, hair, dust.
The clouds are gathering,
swallowing up the blue,
dimming the morning light.
The pressure is mounting;
on the barometer and
in my head.
The inevitable is on the horizon.
Rain will fall.
Pressure will be released.
But will it come before the migraine
has a chance to do much destruction?
I love the imagery your words paint. Crossing my fingers that you won’t get a migraine.
ReplyDeleteYes, it's not what I'd like to read from your Kristi... I am so in need of a sunshine poem but we do have gusts and rain this year to accept... all the more to cherish the sun... I hope you will be able to write that one... fingers crossed for you... from me too
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Hope pressure is released in time
ReplyDeleteHope the pressure is released in time
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