(I took this picture this morning and it inspired me to write this poem.)
A slight breeze,
Blows heavy on the water.
Clearing the debris,
The clutter and fodder.
Transformative, translucent and free,
The graceful art of fluidity.
One minute of clear skies,
Shelters the bleak cries.
Storm clouds break and the sky is clear,
Delivering peace when none seems near.