Transcending Clouds

I wake to bursts of

Sunshine,

Then meet with clouds

Not mine,

I dance around them,

Feel their claws,

Oppressive, dense,

Misaligned.

I step out of the fog

And haze,

Feel the wind against

My back,

A dahlia—orange,

Meets my gaze,

In nature I

Relax.

I allow the sun to

Seep in,

I release the coils

That hold,

A little butterfly

Weaves a spell,

Orange, black

And gold.

Moments of magic

Surround me,

The Nilgiri Thrush

Agrees,

The hummingbird

Sings a song

Of joy—beautiful

Melody.

I walk back in

Uplifted,

The clouds emerge—

Not mine,

This time I let them

Pass me by,

Allowing my light

To shine.