Weather Forecast

Rainy Nov morning

Dawn drifts over the ridge
Into the deep grayness of fog
Reluctantly the sun
Relinquishes the day
As the light moves
From shadow to shade
Stripping color from prism’d palette
Revealing only gray scale
In the murky afternoon
Dusk extinguishes
The last frail lamp
And night returns to night.

Succumbing to the weather
Misery has its own forecast.