Grey kitten resting, breathing, purring,
Grey paint on walls
Embracing mournful souls
With offerings of sweet solace,
Rainfall falling almost endlessly
Emptying the boundless night sky of moisture.
Sound of raindrops’ rooftop landing
After being wind thrown through
Her ancient oaks,
Gutters sagging, overwhelmed and overflowing,
Sleepy human souls slowly drifting off in dreams.
Sun now rising,
Offering its golden prescient glow,
Just as fire’s warm embers waning,
Grey days for them, Alas,
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, 6/7/2016
I wrote this poem on my iPhone on Tuesday evening this week while we sat in our living room as TS Colin made its force felt. Thank you for reading :).