A Cloudy Day

When I woke up this morning,
The sky was cloudy and gray.

The absence of the sphere in the sky
Did not depress me, though. Not today.

Yesterday the land was dry
And smoke filled the atmosphere.

The flowers and trees were begging,
For relief from the unrelenting heat.

Today they stand tall, with mouths open-wide
Anticipating an end to their thirsty days.

I too rejoice.  I love the sun,
But know when it’s too much.

Today I am happy and content,
To lie underneath the sky of gray.

by Cody McCullough

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Photo by Elizabeth McCullough

 

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  1. Acceptance. I really like this piece!

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  2. i found cloudy days to be comforting. I am thinking the trees think this, as well.:)

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    • Cody McCullough

       /  March 12, 2013

      Living in Oregon you almost grow accustomed to cloudy days. After a long hot summer, it can feel like a relief when the clouds return. That idea was what this poem was about. I’m glad you liked it.

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