I wake up to a morning where,
Splendour sketches an idyllic scene,
Snowy clouds shroud the dazzling sun,
Swallows soar high, gliding,
Through these vehement winds,
Rustling leaves sing an ode to this peace,
Grey, white, blue, blur into one,
A myriad of colours found beautiful by none,
All Acts and Roles- forgotten,
And the Play- lost,
Trapped in this second,
Enchanted by no magic,
Every passing moment envies the next,
Solitude settles in the air,
Loneliness bids me goodbye,
Rationale screams for realization,
But soul guides me to tranquility,
Life seeps back into me;
I find joy.
I find myself.
Today's weather made me poetic, I guess.
And dull, grey skies are something I love.