Fair Weather Clouds
by Patricia Cummings
Oh, my friend,
the blue-eyed devil
has sprouted horns
and revealed a side
of himself
you really did not
want to know.
I hear your voice
still quivering
in disbelief and shock
at his betrayal
of your love,
his rejection still ringing
in your ears.
Time to move on,
but where…
The answers do not
come clear.
Something unspeakably wrong
has happened
and has placed a veil over
your lovely face,
making it hard to see
a solution, and
it is all so burdensome.
There are fair weather clouds
overhead,
and
bees in the Hosta blossoms.
Just as they work,
so you must you gather your strength,
and forge your new path.
The time for tears is over.
