Clouds Poem by James Casey

Clouds

Clouds that roll into a Day,
May tend to linger and to stay.

The haze will fill the minds true sight,
Clouding thoughts and not hazing the light

Like searching through a fog.
Wheels of creativity seem to be bogged.

Yearning for the warm sun's rays.
On a cloudy, hazy, muggy day.

But though the sun may shine bright
My inner clouds shadow the delight.

So cherish the days when no clouds are around
Clear golden days when there's no cloud to be found.

Clouds that fill the sky may bring a storm from on high,
But clouds of the mind rage and end up bringing a sigh.

The restriction of blue sky's clouding over the light,
Will keep us from warmness deep into the night


Jim 1990