Low Hang the Clouds

November, 2017.

Low hang the clouds,

Gray and mournful,

Heavy with November’s fury.

Low hang the clouds,

Swiftly flying o’er the fields,

Driven by the North wind’s fury.

Low hang the clouds,

Quietly crushing, smothering,

Silent riders of the storm’s coming fury.

Low hang the clouds,

Playful and soothing,

Calming forests and fields for the white fury to come.