Clouds

Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue;

Wind, the wind bemoans her loss of reins and calm control;

Crows, the crows flee men of straw, sleeves slapping at the wind;

Grass, the grass defends with blades, impaling truant gusts;

Rain, the rain descends aslant from angry ashen skies;

Stones, the stones repulse the pearls, exploding tears of gloom;

Woods, the woods assuage the angst of misty brooding trees;

Leaves, the leaves desert their branches, dropping one by one;

Fields, the fields imbibe a quaff to quench an arid thirst;

Streams, the streams meander, hushed, to distant vapid shores;

Breeze, the breeze intones a tune, a mourning monody;

Sands, the sands, in chaos, dance across the dappled dunes;

Shades, the shades appear confused, alone in lurid haze;

Mice, the mice discern the dawn, their beady eyes ablaze;

Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue.