The Bird In The Storm

A few days ago, 

the clouds,

in many shades of grey

huddled together,

as the wind picked up

and blew the autumn leaves around.

In the breeze,

a bird-

a single bird,

was flying high above me,

all alone,

flying away.

In the storm

of this bustling life,

and the breeze 

of situations,

I was the lonely bird,

trying to fly away,

find shelter,

and wonder

when there will be

peace and sunny skies

once more.

-LJ

 14 September 2016