June Gloom
by Susan Miller
The weatherman calls it June Gloom.
This early morning, late afternoon clouds.
A night of fog, becoming a morning of haze and drizzle.
But how can this be gloom if it makes me happy?
The way the fog spills over the mountain ridges into the valley.
Like mounds of whipped cream overflowing the bowl.
Grassy early morning smell of damp earth
Prickles of cool breezes on my skin.
Eternal California sun and blue sky forced to hide out for a bit
Biding their time
Waiting to peek out from behind.
Then, as if by magic
Clouds dissolve to wisps and disappear.
Curtains pulled back for the dramatic reveal.
Of another beautiful day.