Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Evening Walk

Just a bit of free verse I found while taking a walk.

The barest hint of deepening grey
Hovers above a black horizon
As gloom of dusk deepens to night.
Warm wet air clings to the skin
As a cool breeze buffets the brow.
Clouds boiling, dark shapes overhead
Like monsters in the air, writhing.
A storm is coming in the dark.


July 11, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry |

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