Clear Skies (writing workshop)

 photo credit: YoHandy The weather was my last Connection to you; Blown inside-out, I’m lost, Wet-through In the torrents Of watered-down passion Pulled to the starry heights of everything-will-be-all right clouds I gather up my thoughts, Wrapping them tight inside like an approaching storm-front Unable To subside, Unable To ride out the weather. The weather […]