thoughts, so many
running away from the fears of the future
across the dead leaves in scattered crunches
speckled across the path in view.
something catches the eye
a swing on a large oak tree
swaying slowly in the spring breeze.
memories of childhood come to view
interrupting the feelings of blue.
the breeze is soothing
and the smell of smoke accentuates the cloudy day.
the impending storm begins to slowly grumble
and the red-shouldered hawks decide to fly home.
it is as if there is a raging fire
behind the storm
but the rain is falling
trying to put it out.