Nimbus Drear

Clouds cry the tears

Of Earths recycled

And polluted water,

That dot my kitchen window

In a kaleidoscopic pattern.

And I am reminded,

With a rumble

Of thunder on the horizon,

That heaven hatches here

In gardens met

By nimbus drear.

Where in the wake of lillies,

I can see

That echoes of grief

Bleeding from dark skies,

Don’t have to be

Tied with melancholy.

Even the acid rain

And perpetual pain,

Dripping from my chin

Have another side

Less sinister

Than their outwards appearance.

Sometimes a release

Is what we need,

No matter how ugly,

For broken bones

And seeds buried

In the back row

To grow more fruitfully.