Indoor Weather

Clouds are clustered on my ceiling.
A rainbow hangs
above my mantelpiece.

The snow is floating softly
onto the tufted rug.
It blows in drifts behind the couch.

The wind is ruffling the walls.
Tornadoes twist
around the swaying lamp.

The ceiling slowly reddens.
The sun sinks into the sink,
and I set it outside for recycling.

Copyright © 2005 Linda Bosson All rights reserved
from Red Rock Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission