The bright white clouds against the blue
are moving slowly, passing through.
Their shadows cast upon the ground
move slowly too without a sound.
The winter sunshine’s slanted rays.
Join in the game and seem to chase
the shadows which the clouds have cast
Shining brightly when they’ve passed.
The sky is clear unbroken blue.
It feels a little warmer too.
A little sunshine does I find
lift up my spirits change my mind
about the way I view the day
I do not like it when it’s grey.
Nice Ivor! I also wait for skies unbroken blue, to lift me up to start anew! (10) !
True It's always better with a bit of blue, grey seems to take all the color from the world and leave it that miserable hue...
I don't like when the day is grey So we both shared something that we don't like
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Ivor, What an incredible poem. The days are never Gray in October. They are always blue and beautiful. It is my favorite month of the year. This is one of my favorite poems, by you. Brilliant and Beautiful Poetry, Ivor.....