In an instance this defeat.
the acid rain pours in victory.
No more sky of blue
or crimson of leaves.
Only bleak and sorrowful grey.
Your warmth is missing.
I seek it in every desolate room.
in every cold crowded Street
you are missing in the crowd.
All that is left  for me is silence.
Only the somber rain falls.
For too long I have been
resonant with the
green pastures.
The white topped
mountain peaks.
The joy of flowers.
But now
this defeat.
This endless rain.