This island wears moods like borrowed coats
sunlight in the morning, rain by noon,
and by evening, the wind howls
as if rehearsing grief.

I step out dressed for summer,
yet the sky sulks,
rolling grey clouds like heavy thoughts
that refuse to settle.

One moment, warmth brushes my skin
a soft promise, a tender whisper.
The next, cold needles through my bones,
a sudden betrayal.

The weather here reminds me of a heart
that cannot choose between joy and sorrow,
a mind tugged in opposite directions,
bright one hour, shadowed the next.

And I, caught in the storm’s theatre,
wonder if the sky is merely
a mirror of myself
a soul both fire and flood,
both sunrise and eclipse,
searching for a season that stays.

 

20.08.2025
Middlesbrough
United Kingdom

 

 

 

 

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