Sunday, September 03, 2006
| Solitude |
| Wispy clouds In Kaleidoscope sky Are the clouds really angels Watching over me, My children? Branches reach upward for something Like my eyes looking upward for something Beyond the wind and the flutter of the leaves At the tops of the trees  Beyond the first star. Three geese fly by and one drifts away Like I drift away Searching for solitude Longing for solitude. Maybe lying here On this sleeping bag In my backyard On this warm night Underneath the approaching fog With two kids running in and out of the house Two cats darting and playing Maybe I have no further to look Solitude has been here all along Under these angel clouds These millions of stars. Connie Webb |
