Cloudy Days

My backyard after our first snowfall 2016

My mind is blank
an empty page
waiting…

The winds gust in
leaves twirling
a lusty gale…

I wonder about things
where the wind goes
who sings to the trees
why the clouds are grey
like my mood
why do we have moods

My mind remains blank
words scattered by a 
Northern wind
glacial kisses on my skin
pages ripped from frozen fingers