the black hand of smoke rising

grey skies today

clouds passing the sun

that peeks out from it's grave

of clouds obscuring it's rays

the black hand of clouds I see

passing in front of me

flowing to the left

like black smoke

I am gazing at grey skies

but wonder why

the hands are pointing to something

giving me an eerie message

of doom

of gloom

the black hand of smoke

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem that open the door to many questions. A message of good or bad can come from nature.
"I am gazing at grey skies
but wonder why
the hands are pointing to something"
A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote