
Lying prostrate upon the grass
up above looms a soft-edged mass
brings with it a threat of showers
staring down her grey face glowers
then all at once to my surprise
appears a bright mistimed sunrise
bringing anew a hope it may
drive all the sombre clouds away
and if I’m lucky it just might
change their colour from grey to white.
I do like this very much. It’s beautiful
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