THE SKY IS HEAVY WITH SNOW

I carried on looking out of the window. It was that time of day, that winter twilight that seems so deep; not quite night, no longer day. It looked very much as though it was about to snow, so I sketched out a quick poem about how I was feeling about it.

The Sky is Heavy With Snow

The sky is heavy with snow tonight

A dark and brooding grey

The wintry trees are caught in the light

Of the heavier end of the day

The birds are so still and the air is so cold

And the sun has bowed her head

The clouds are thick where the billows unfold

With purple and with red

We wait for the blanket of snow to fall

The flurries of delicate white

But the sky still carries the weight of it all

As onward comes the night

And I am heavy with something tonight

A deep and heavy array

For a blanketed world of wonder and white

To fall at the end of my day