Poem: Mysterious Beauty

The fall always about brings changes
Such as the day’s weather getting cooler
The deciduous trees giving up their bounty
We walk with shuffling feet in an afternoon
That a few weeks ago would've been bright
With the sun high now in September early
Shadows hang long dragging a reflection 
Of our feelings as we trudge meaninglessly
Hoping to find meaning but based on silence 
That passes it doesn't seem like any reprieve
Is coming soon though we’re in no hurry
As we pause at the park at near North Moore
Looking towards the west at clouds scattered
Blown across the Hudson by Easterly winds
You run a hand through your hair thoughtfully
Speaking “But these clouds are clearly foreign,
Such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth 
of the sky" I don't know what the words mean 
But the words are beautiful in a way like you 
Are beautiful a transcending mysterious beauty
That even in contemplation I can't understand
Yet I find myself falling in love with the unknown

Giving credit where credit is due, this is from Merril D. Smith‘s dVerse prompt to use the quote “But these clouds are clearly foreign, Such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky” in a poem. I couldn’t follow the rules and keep it to 144 words, so I’m pushing it out one off.


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