Clouds

Ambiguous grey skies
Sad, dreary day
Slow time with quiet hours
stopping to wonder
missing the flowers in spring
They say it may rain
but all I can think of
is how the gathering clouds
feel like familiar whispers...
your heated breath upon my neck
The sun's determined shine
slightly peeking through
the stubborn morning haze
reflects the memory of your smile
and the love in your eyes