WINTER CLOUDS

 

 

  These winter clouds of gloom and gray,

Like guests who have abused their stay,

Are longingly wished away,

For they are a bit depressing. 

Unlike their cousins of summer white,

pretty by day or moonlit night,

these blanketing opposers of sunlight,

Could stand some finer dressing.

Surely the winds will have their fill

And send these clouds, against their will,

Off to the arctic or further still.

Now that would be a blessing.

 

But, alas, winter will have its way.

These clouds will return anyway.

I guess it's a good napping day. 

I'll just give my eyes a resting.

K.L. Dennie  Jan 2022