The sky's clouded, but not for very long, <br />For time's coming again, where sun will shine; <br />When summer sings its lovely tuneful song, <br />In a pastoral new color design. <br />Where each gardens its strength shows unfolding, <br />With various blooming, in the open bed; <br />In a timely nature's greenest holding, <br />With peaking colors of blue, yellow, red. <br />The seeds are made to spread away and grow, <br />And become like the flowers - standing new; <br />For what in winter's earth, a while laid low, <br />Later to the eye's of a beauty too. <br />Our future's unknown like that of the sky, <br />We no not either when we say goodbye.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-162-the-sky-s-clouded/
