The sky's sad soul
Grey and overcast.
The bells now toll
For me at last.

The clouds weep
not once for me.
Shed no tears -
hang just misery.

To cast their shadows
they coo and croon.
Like mockingbirds
of long-missed boons.

Flitting away on
The Spring I lost.
Feather and leaf fall,
As I, too, exhaust.