Are they blue, gray or green? Mysterious eyes <br />(as if in fact you were looking through a mist) <br />in alternation tender, dreamy, grim <br />to match the shiftless pallor of the sky. <br /> <br />That's what you're like- these warm white afternoons <br />which make the ravished heart dissolve in tears, <br />the nerves, inexplicably overwrought, <br />outrage the dozing mind. <br /> <br />Not always, though-sometimes <br />you're like the horizon when the sun <br />ignites our cloudy autumn-how you glow! <br />A sodden countryside in sudden rout, <br />turned incandescent by a changing wind. <br /> <br />Dangerous woman-demoralizing days! <br />Will I adore your killing frost as much, <br />and in that implacable winter, when it comes, <br />discover pleasures sharper than iron and ice?<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/overcast/
