Ne'er Weather

Ne’er has always been turbulent;

The world outside

Reflecting me within 

All it's natural glory.

Winds blow

Not so silently,

Or peacefully,

Through the trees;

Across the land

And across the days of my life.

This year is no different;

The weather echoes my feelings

Closely 

and

Instinctively perhaps.

Yes,

The wind blows,

But this year the clouds are so very low

That they gently touch my head

And I wish that I could hide amongst them,

Seeking to be veiled.

The rain falls like tears,

Heavy at times

With such power that

A palpable symphony 

Exists within my soul,

Drowning out my 

Peace.

The rain eases. 

The tears have not stopped:

They drizzle silently on,

Ever present

Never far from the sky

Or my ethereal soul...

photograph by noeleen