The sunlight is soft, cuddling my feet with it’s gentle touch
The swallows are wheeling high in the endless sky,
A pernicious breeze is herding the clouds, snapping at their heels as they waft through an azure field of dreams
The smell of freshly hewn grass fills my nostrils
Silence in my head
My heart is still
Waiting for what?
The knock of reality?
The reality of committment, responsibility, work, the infinite “to-do list”
A most un-welcome interloper in my perfect world!
The wind’s changing now, whipping the tree tops, bending the branches to its will
The sky is dark, angry,
The white whisps a mish-mash of charcoal menace,
There’s a storm coming.