Drifting Clouds

Drifting Clouds
By: James Dubeau

Drifting clouds
Floating by
Blanketing the sky
Turning to black
I watch you float
Across the sky
In puffy gobs
Is there a storm
On the horizon
Waiting for me
To leave the sanctity
Of the indoors
Or will those clouds part
Showering me
With the last glimpses
Of sky and sun
Until the day
Finally turns
To night

Sometimes

Sometimes
By: James Dubeau

Sometimes
When the weather is
No where near up to snuff
And my mind isn’t around
To put ink to paper
I like to sit and watch movies
And wonder why
Max loves pistachios so much
Sometimes
When the weather is
Where I like it to be
I’ll go on long walks
Picking up interesting pebbles
As I make my way
Through the countryside
While sucking the varnish
Off those little hard candies
Sometimes