The Sky Disappeared Poem by Paul Reed

The sky disappeared behind a grey blanket
A sopping wet shroud of misery and cloud,
The trees licked up the rain
Which dappled pools and ran down gutters,
Mimiced our tears of loss
And slid away to earth,
The same earth that had warmed soles of feet
In the heightened summer,
When songs rang in the air
And hopes were high;

Change, change is all around
Smoky bonfires
Drawn curtains
The hiss of drizzle
The bright moon;

And this is the way it will be
For as long as we can see the future.