May 18th, 1993
The sky more white than grey
On this cold, miserable day
Protects us from
(The warmth and comfort of)
The sun
The soggy scenery,
More grime streaked trucks
Than trees
Quietly awaits the rain
To begin again.
In the meantime the mist
Irritates the flesh
With freezing pinpricks
Of moisture.
Even the wind
Seems sleepy today
But occasionally
It stirs and
rattles the windows
Disturbingly.
Everything is subdued
Like muffled voices,
Pastel blues,
And the way the paper
Explains the news.