It is grim.
Without the light on it might be winter.
Rain yesterday
Wind today
A low grey cloud cover of sodden dreams,
Unwrung,
In a pile,
Too forgotten to lift and carry, and hung to dry
before an open fire.
It is grim.
Without the light on it might be winter.
Rain yesterday
Wind today
A low grey cloud cover of sodden dreams,
Unwrung,
In a pile,
Too forgotten to lift and carry, and hung to dry
before an open fire.