This Defeat

In an instance this defeat.

the acid rain pours in victory.

No more sky of blue

or crimson of leaves.

Only bleak and sorrowful grey.

Your warmth is missing.

I seek it in every desolate room.

in every cold crowded Street

you are missing in the crowd.

All that is left  for me is silence.

Only the somber rain falls.

For too long I have been

resonant with the

green pastures.

The white topped

mountain peaks.

The joy of flowers.

But now

this defeat.

This endless rain.