Black Clouds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Black clouds dancing across my vision, lightly touching
the depression sitting within, easing it a little.

Soundlessly moving, changing shape so easily, quietly,
gently, with no effort.

Simultaneously bringing hopes of rain to water earth,
allowing growth to begin again.

Watching skies full of black clouds is peacefully
stirring anger within.

Reaching it with serenity, knowing it doesn't have to
be explored right now, just allowing recognition of it,
is enough.