I am darkness.
I wear the mask of sunny mornings
But dark shadows seep around the edges.
I am storm clouds.
I masquerade as blue sky days
But the cows out in the fields lay down.
I am a somber dirge
Though my speakers play a happy song
It’s always in a minor key.
I am tomorrow.
While I can’t untangle from today
I waft the scent of yesterday.
ljm
I have oberved that when it's about to rain in farm country, most of the milk cows out in the pasture lay down. I don't know why. They won't tell me.