Looking up.
The Red Clouds
As I approached the midnight hour
I took a look up into the
night sky
and saw a flush of red clouds
forming right above
me.
Winds were blowing and
trashing the trees that
lined the deserted roads,
a rain of brown leaves
swirling around
violently, almost uncontrollably.
I remember this sight as a child,
the red clouds that were always
accompanied by
invisible winds.
I remember Mother used to tell me
that the red clouds were the
souls of people ascending into
heaven, and that was where
we
would all go one day.
I remember being astonished,
at how my soul was
actually drenched in the
color of red.
But now I am older,
and I know
that the red clouds only
mean that
a storm is approaching.
