It's been a while since I posted, but I'm glad to be back! The days aren't quite as consistently grey as they were in the fall, but that just makes my mood oscillate even more between the clear skies and rainy afternoons. A poem inspired by moments when monotony dulls even your own sense of emotion, when sadness and joy blend into one.
it's the unsure season. nothing is molting.
the topsoil blows off in the cold dry wind
revealing linoleum tile.
it's the colour of the clouds. grey.
it's me. walking from the silver-grey car
to school again. the clouds almost rain
like the first, fast tears that slip
out when you don't know you're crying yet,
when you don't know why the clouds make you sad,
but are about to.
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