Yet Another Day Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

The wind, it blows down from the west,
The weather is dreary,
It's not at its best,
I look from my window,
And what do I see,
Lovely sweet peas,
Dancing in the breeze,
Purple and white,
Such delicate flowers,
I could sit here,
For hours and hours,
Spots of drizzle,
On the window pain,
I don't mind the rain,
On this peaceful day,
For that's just nature,
We cannot change.
I'm thankful I'm here,
Yet another day.

Jayne Louise Davies