When Darkest Clouds Fall Poem by Yvonne Livingstone Kania

When dark clouds fall ovre the hills,
Storm sweeps in early autumn,
A horror of sodden valley fills,
As the crooked spire through the town
I mutter to myself upon the country ills-
The strong winds burst from time to time.
On the world's faintest hope that someone as commited a crime
Nature's dark side never leads now-
Even optimism and dishearten cause a frown.
Off I go along the montain alone.
With gusts and winds down they go,
Storms are formed from how we feel: