Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2010
clouds are quite a violent thing
the wind, the rain, the storms,
never creating, only destroying,
at least in the short term

but with winter upon us now
and the freezing air drives us
inside, huddling around the
fire, the clouds that come, do
not seem like soldiers, rather
like a blanket, keeping us in,
and everything else out
Overwhelmed
Written by
Overwhelmed
756
   Jolene Perron
Please log in to view and add comments on poems