What on earth overtook those clouds
Happily fluttering in the sky
On this special summer day
And wrapping the heights near and far
And stroking with their sea breeze
The landscape all around
And the twenty-seven trees
Shading this abode in the middle of nowhere
So much so that the skylarks
Thought it early autumn
And went a-fetching twigs and sticks
From last summer’s crops
To build their nests
And prepare for mating
Come December...
Whatever overtook
Those clouds
Fizzling out in the heat of the day
Without a moment’s notice?
2 comments:
Inspiring and interesting
Thank you very much indeed commentator! The message is actually very simple and revolves around the theme of unfulfilled expectations: summer morning fog invited us to think this was going to be a cool day, but the scene quickly changed, and heat regained its grip on the scene.
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