A grey world
Narrowed by dark cloud
Sitting low on the shoulders
Of sodden hills,
Weighed down by cloud-water
Suspended in mid-air
Thickened into fine drizzle
And turned by wild winds
Into wild weather
Lashing down like little tacks
Pinpricks narrow my tearful eyes
But I bear an idiot's smile
Teeth bared
Lips thin
With my ridiculous
Rictus grin.
#CoSopoetry