Not So Tropical Today Poem by Midnight Clarity

Wind whips the morning glory
to disorder, purple throats mute
the flutes and bells discordant
all shredded by the touch
of careless Nature
as day creeps into being
colours misted by the clouds
which bar the sunbeams from their work,
winter has come to wonderland
chill instability and roughness in the air
that should be stroking me
with sunshine, wrapping me
with silken bands of movement
looking for a wayward strand of hair
to tweak, caress along my cheek
yet sullen night clings to the east
a weight upon the sun depressing
the normal golden shout
that shakes the world awake.