Grayscale

clouds speak for me my stories
when mind can’t make the words
they roll in curling narratives
lofted high on winds seaward

billowing in grayscale pain
they gather under distant stars
in darkness harkens beauty’s rain
drowning, drifting, away, afar

their thunder breaks my silence
read them, dear reader, read them
one day you’ll find me again, writing
on dry shoreline’s clean slate sand

 

~ Emily C.

6.13.17