Circles

The clouds roll in,
soon rain will come and
wash away yesterday and the day before it.
Sun slices a portion of clouds now,
casting looming shadows into valleys beside lowly hills.

It's times like these when I
wonder if it's all real, or if I'm
going to wake up from this
dream we call life in a warmed bed
within a secluded cabin deep in the thick of the forest.
A cabin with air of burning wood
that gives away your every move
by its signature creaks.

The sun disappears now
and foothills' leaves are illuminated
with backdrop of a darkening sky,
closure to an imperfect day.

-- Chris Rhatigan