Orange rays of light escaping through the broken branches
as the howling wind brings rain clouds marching.
The leaves sparkle in glistening delight
and the sun whispers a stubborn goodnight.
Droplets of rain cloud my view,
a thousand sunsets and this ones new.
A sky alive with soured milk,
clouds so soft they look like silk.
Pushing through and pushing past,
the halo of light cannot last.
So for now I will sit and see,
and for a moment,
that I am free.