Clouds

Clouds tight packed collide
Dark grey moisture heavy
Weigh down the light
The senses subdued
Turning deary day to starkly chill
Cloud thoughts sadden
I wait in hope of azure blue
Scan horizon for a trace of sun
As grey merges into deeper grey
What is in a word?
Denotes a world sucked dry of joy
Clouds invade the senses
Draw the dank close
No inclination to pause
Chill soaks into the bones
As evening early draws curtains
Leave the world to sleep
Let cloud thoughts turn
Hold to sun filled days
Giving thanks for clouds