It’s a Friday Feeling.

Shroud
cloud,
brooding
sky blanket,
horizontally
promising soft snow.
Wicked wind whips trees. Autumnal
leaves dip and dive in a divine trance.
Twirl in a twisted plait as if
cumberbunding letterboxes.
And little walkers’ feet dare to dance like dervishes,
whirling.
Sombre cloud is such
a liar.
No
snow!

Virginia Gow

16/05/18