and sometimes the clouds look like mountains
winter coming to an end

other times, my favorite times,
a lovely field of green
color of your eyes
a summer storm rolling in.
i glimpse the crack of electricity across the canvas
i wait for the roar of it's mate.
each awesome moment upon the stage
a duet, a silent sonnet
the light rain pairs with the falling darkness,
slow soft blows from the moon wake up the stars

my lips to a cigarette
my thumb to the lighter  
my heart to swell lovely contentment
only to break
too much hot air
I need the mountains once again

© 2015 Kate Volk