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