fallen days

Reminds me
of fallen days
black ones when the rain drives
home
grey days of the pattering boom
When all beneath the sky is
Doom
Umbrellas, hoods
puddles and mudĀ
Artful sheep in sodden piles
Drooping leaves on once proud
trees
All grief reduces
Days to these
M
Ā
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I have to be honest here. Such grief as you describe has never been mine to experience. But, as a human, and a poet, I can feel the emotions seeping out of your words. I like the way you use the weather, particularly rain which you have used in other poems, to represent the feelings. "Artful sheep in sodden piles" is a great line.Ā
Wow,
Was that a dream ?
Or a flash of reality ?
There are sink holes,
Lol...thankyou my friend ...hugs x