Through the window the still yard. <br />A cat runs across and disappears through the slender doorway. <br />What to do on a day like this? <br />Such emptiness! <br />Looking out on these dismal rooftops and the wet sky, <br />One wonders how to interpret the signs: <br /> <br />Wind soughing in the grass, <br />And water trembling in a bucket.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-in-march/
