In the rain, to home I am walking,

I pull my cloak above my head.

The shrouded disguise protecting me,

From more than just strawberry rain.

The blanket of night, trusting

Me to stay hidden in you,

I abstain in the folds of your darkness.

I wore your love like a cloak,
And with a winter like this,
There is no doubt I'll freeze to death.

the clouds in the sky darken their moods
the sun bids us farewell
as small droplets of rain begin to fall, I wonder..
is this God changing his wardrobe?
pulling the hood over his head
to keep us from seeing the tears that fall from his face?

So many words
Stitched with finery
Fine attire crafted
With feelings close to heart
The soul once lay bare
Now clad with intricate fabric
Richly woven
With fine craftsmanship
Fashionable for every season
It’s your own creation
With the language of your heart
Cloak of eloquence
In the poetry you write