A gloomy day
Overcast with lifeless clouds
that have nowhere to be
Air pressure closing in
tighter with each squeeze
The gloom
is all-encompassing
Fall's chill creeping in
well ahead of time
Prickled bumps awash exposed arms
Fine hairs stand at attention
awaiting their captain
The impending gloom
A tired arm tugs down a light sweater
from its Summer storage shelf
A weary worn body
aching for its downy comfort
It's time to hunker in,
to set the water to boil
And wrap in the favored blanket
tattered from years of love
A disappointed sigh
No preparations will do
For the gloom lingers
despite the illusion of comfort
The pit is still there, waiting
A misplaced foot to slip
For it delights in having company.
No solace within the gloom
E.L. Rae
