Winter Of Discontent 2

Winter of Discontent The cloudiness has settled in the sky And act as an unpalatable truth of the kind Summer sun so easily hides. Old dwellings are full of cracks, sagging roofs And dust on window sills. Pot-holed roads grey as clay leads from doom Till the gloom of routine the sense that Nothing changes life is an endless struggle Spring is so far away. Then, the miracle happened splitting clouds and I saw the sun as did the flowers in the garden Warming my face and let the illusion continue.