The mist in the hills
weighs heavily on my heart
The wind through the valley
blows bleakly on my brain
The rain from the grey
drips doggedly on my dreams.
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It’s only Wed, but I am exhausted! I’m sure this soggy weather isn’t helping
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Bring the sunshine to brighten our hearts 🙂
Yes. We need some.
This poem expresses the sadness in my heart and the heaviness in my spirit after learning of the death of a beloved co-workers. She died of colon cancer. The mood was very somber at work yesterday. Luce (that’s the way she spelled her name) was a kind, quiet, beautiful soul. A Lovely Woman who was a pleasure to work with. At least now she is no longer suffering and is at rest in God’s Arms.
My condolences to you, Deborah.
What’s the matter got a little wet birdy….
Indeed
What! It’s soggy where I am too and we are at opposite ends of the continent I think. However, I am pretty sure it will be sunny tomorrow here. Love Florida.
We have another day of showers forecast for tomorrow, but sun for the weekend. Of course, I’m in class on Saturday, too, so the sun is only a torture out the window while I’m in class. 🙂
You can write about it. Bet you will.
Just did… 😉
Fall is my favorite time. Thousands of poems live here.
Ah, what a lovely thought!
I feel you! I am right there with ya!
Soggy? I wish we could swap for just a day. Your spirits would lift with all the sunshine, and mine would soar just to feel a little moisture. Perfectly placed words! I can feel that heaviness!
Thanks, Debra. Crisp autumn air coming, soon there’ll be frost in the mornings.
Hang in there!
Thanks!
Yes, I agree! I am down in Kelowna and I feel it too with the back to school post-strike hovering mist.
lol
You understand precisely.
I hope the sun will be shining during our class breaks at UBC-O on Saturday.
Really enjoyed this one. Seems like you were in your poetic flow. =)
Thanks, Sarah.
SNAP SNAP SNAP
Thank you, Timothy.
the mist in the hills – and then all uphill from there- nice words (as usual)
lol
Thanks.