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Sun Clouds


04.25.10 Posted in today's words by

Melanie Bishop is a poet and artist who lives and works in New York City. She has been writing all of her life. You can see more of her work at her blog. No matter what the weather is like where you are reading this poem, immerse yourself in Melanie’s sun clouds and try not to rouse from the dream.
 
Sun Clouds
By Melanie Bishop

on warm sun drenched days 
lazy hours pass one by one
fragrant blooms keep time
where no time exists

eyes blink as in slow motion
the sleepy earth stretches and yawns
laying in a hammock, swaying with the breeze
idle thoughts, your mind drifts

trees gather around you whispering
sleep child sleep as leaf shadows dance
breathing in memories of summers past
a sigh rises from deep within your soul

eye lids grow heavy, dreams reach out
weaving clouds, trapping, caught in the past
where love lives yet again, love unearthed
drowsy, content with afternoon sun

drifting, drifting slowly crisp air meets body
once more cold returns to grip the heart
silence surrounds silence, darkening visions it pulls,
it eats away your woven conjures, deluding reality

only to awake deep in winter’s tides of snow
snow that covers the garden and clings to skin
pallid dry skin, cracking iced lips, parted in protest
all under pale gray skies turning dark




One Response to “Sun Clouds”

  1. This poem reminds us of new life and that it’s okay to relax and enjoy it.
    Lovely.

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