THE GREY ATMOSPHERE

 

My latest poem ! 


THE GREY ATMOSPHERE 

 Fog and mist envelop the view , so it looks like a delicate Chinese painting .

The mountains on the horizon become a third of the picture’s composition.

Large, grey, scurrying, tumbling clouds dominate the sky and horizon while rain pours down.
Buildings, half complete or finished years ago, large trees and a bright orange crane thrust determinedly through the weather, asserting their presence.

Rooftops, streets, trees, plants, cars, buildings, people are all soaked.

All is wet, wet, wet – more rain, more flooding.

Obscured by greyness all is sombre, bleak and melancholy

Darkness descends.


Written October 2022

 

Lynne . 

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