Cloudy Days Poem by Csriena Weaver

And for moment stop and pause, maybe wonder
find the cause.
The forests are gathering; the waters, plotting.
it will come.
and then some.
It will come, and all see truth. Ah, tooth and nail,
nail and tooth.
All the elements do laugh and dance at the thought
and then some.
it will come.
“Move with the words, ” her only reply ever more.
and so spun
Spun until the world was done.

And for a moment stop and pause, maybe wonder
find the cause.
The darkness twirls ever downward, downward ever
past the earth.
lack of mirth.
Now down to the murky dark… and yet now past
make your mark
In that place so deathly pale and exists with
lack of mirth.
past the earth.
Beware, for then draws ever nearer, too near here.
and so spun
Spun until the world was done.