THE GREY ATMOSPHERE
My latest poem !
THE GREY
ATMOSPHERE
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
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