The clouds are weeping

It’s a long time since I wrote a tritina, and the day is damp and grey. Again.



I wake to grey, a veil of rain,

Cold winter light streams wet as tears,

And all the world is silent weeping.


Keep your songs, too loud the weeping,

Drummed tattoos, gunmetal rain,

Perhaps spring sun will dry our tears.


Buttercup, daisy, flower tears

Spring from the grass this time of weeping;

Thrusting shoots poke through cold rain.


Rain or tears, the clouds are weeping.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

21 thoughts on “The clouds are weeping”

      1. I guess it’s just a prediction–but you’re right. I always look at those reports anyway. Every day we have plans for this month, it’s supposed to snow. I hope they’re all wrong. ๐Ÿ™‚

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