This morning’s sky
Wears ear muffs
Everything is grayed
By cloudy voices
There is no
Definition as though
You’re peering into
A mucky pond
High above you
Even the tall
Trees have taken
On black pallor
As though they
Tarnished quickly overnight
Perhaps if sun
Can burn through
We will have
A happy day
If not it’s
Time for a
Blanket and tea
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 