An August Day

I found myself standing in a cornfield
on a warm summer’s day.
A Sunday wind blew into my face
and carried me away.

It swept me high into the sky
until I was a cloud so white.
My whisper of hello echoed out,
which brought a flash of light.

The northern wind became annoyed
and brought darkness to the sky.
Roars of thunder shook the heavens,
which caused the clouds to cry.

Strings of jagged flashes fired down,
as the blackness held back the light.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you, ” I shouted,
which calmed the heaven’s might.

Tranquillity filled the darkness,
which led to its fracture by the sun.
Threads of light became beams,
leaving the day as it begun.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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