Nimbostratus Haiku

Black rainclouds roll up
the valley – way too bold for
a surprise attack.

We run for shelter,
and in our conversation,
we seek more shelter.

The rainbow draws close
as sunset pulls the last light
over pink fences.



On a day like today,
when only the slim
edge of cloud reveals
that there might
be such a thing as
sunlight, and the wind
is bitter cold
like the space between
your belly and your
heart – let us move
toward one another,
or perhaps move closer
to ourselves,
and be gratefulĀ for
this sky
that makes us hunt
for small shelters.