Wretched Day Poem by Sophia White

All wound up in its own cloak of misery
Rain weeping out of every pore
How this day has utterly drained and dampened me
Left me like an old boot washed ashore.

The sun has fled in cowardice from the sky
Afraid of the clouds, hanging damply in the air.
The earth is wet, so wet it shall never turn dry,
And the trees, like shorn sheep, are stark and bare.

The sidewalk is littered with leaves in dull decay
That leave no friendly crunch beneath the heel.
No, they've not but a sodden squelch to say
As in their dying throes they wither and peel.

This wretched day is a dark, cold, dampish breeze
Blown in from some far off swampish parts
That slithers down your coat and up your sleeve
And down your throat and all about your heart.