Weds poetry prompt: ‘The Passing Grey’


Yesterday’s prompt: Write an ‘uncontrollable’ poem

The Passing Grey

I cannot control
Clouds passing by
A wide blue sky
Or bend the wind
To my own will,
For nature is a force
Beyond the grasp
Of tiny human hands.
Whatever storms come
Or heavy rains fall,
I can feel content
Knowing they will pass
All in good time
Without a finger lifted
From my restless hands.
Worry cannot tame
The fierce intent
Of fickle weather,
So I step back to let
The world drift by instead.

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