Storm Clouds
she is not the beauty of a winters day
the crisp air,
the sledges and the trays
the children innocently playing
the joy of snowmen
before they start evaporating
she is the storm clouds
and all the darkness approaching
she is the bitter cold
and certainly not the warm indoors
the type that dries the feet
when you have wellington boots full of snow
she is the wet damp slush
that only gradually goes
she is not the beauty of a clear winters day
not the snow that falls
and then settles upon your hair
James Garratt – June 2008
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Storm Clouds – Written June 2008 (Aged 33)
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