Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue; <br />Rain, the rain descends aslant from angry ashen skies; <br />Winds, the winds bemoan their loss of reins and calm control; <br /> <br />Shades, the shades appear suffused, alone in lurid haze; <br />Trees, the trees enshroud the eyes of misty brooding woods; <br />Leaves, the leaves desert their branches, falling one by one; <br /> <br />Birds, the birds intone a tune, a mourning monody; <br />Grass, the grass surrenders blades, impaled in truant winds; <br />Fields, the fields imbibe and quaff to quench an arid thirst; <br /> <br />Stones, the stones repulse the pearls, exploding tears of gloom; <br />Streams, the streams meander, hushed, to distant vapid shores; <br />Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue<br /><br />Terry O'Leary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-120/
