Wooled Sky

Moody spring
turns from
contentment
to tantrum.

The wooled sky
hangs as pulled
gray threads
against an
angry chest.

April hastens to find shelter.


©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 28

Comments

Fireblossom said…
Plenty of wooled sky out your way lately, isn't there? You really conveyed the unstable nature of transitional seasons here, Susie.
Maude Lynn said…
I love that first stanza. Very cool.
Laura said…
The wooled sky
hangs as pulled
gray threads
against an
angry chest…. Gorgeous writing!
Sanaa Rizvi said…
Loved the opening lines :D
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Love the wooled sky. You have captured the unrest so well.
brudberg said…
Wooled sky.. I think we had too much clear blue sky here.. tomorrow they have promised lead.
Marian said…
Haha, I KNOW RIGHT! Gosh, both the weather and my mood... I can relate, Susie.
Hannah said…
Oh wow!! I love your word choices and imagery and how April turns into an actual being fleeing to hide...lovely work, Susie. :)
Very vivid — and congratulations on finding such a new and 'right' metaphor.
Ella said…
Lovely, the wooled sky...
You described the fickle moody month, so well.
Unknown said…
A vivid and textural reference to April's fickle weather-ways. I like the tightness, neatness of this, Susie!
Kerry O'Connor said…
This is an excellent metaphor for inclement weather.