Sky grey.
Seems as if it weighs a ton.
Not looking fluffy.
Once a soft quilt.
Now,
A well used heavy one.
Looking very grimy.
The sky is grimacing.
But only now and then.
Minimal emotion noted hanging
Heavy across tops of trees.
The evergreens are just that.
A sludgy shade of green.
Lost their summer days lustre.
It must have been removed.
The wind has died a death.
Everything so still.
Lights are on so early now.
Cosy toes when shut indoors.
Dare to leave the pleasantries.
Go outside.
Feel Santa's coming claws.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
Sky grey.
Seems as if it weighs a ton.
Not looking fluffy.
Once a soft quilt.
Now,
A well used heavy one.
Looking very grimy.
The sky is grimacing.
But only now and then.
Minimal emotion noted hanging
Heavy across tops of trees.
The evergreens are just that.
A sludgy shade of green.
Lost their summer days lustre.
It must have been removed.
The wind has died a death.
Everything so still.
Lights are on so early now.
Cosy toes when shut indoors.
Dare to leave the pleasantries.
Go outside.
Feel Santa's coming claws.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Aw a lovely weather related poem...see not all doom and gloom x
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