The clouds closed in, hiding the moon,
While stars played peek-a-boo.
The sky was a dull, dark grey,
Heavy with the weight of the day.
The moon’s faint glow formed a halo
Around the soft, puffy clouds billowed.
I hoped for rain to fall tonight,
Not just to cleanse the streets of dust,
But to wash the thoughts from my mind.
Sweta
The trees have changed their colour again;
The brightness of green has turned to dull orange.
Some have adorned a soft pink glow,
While others have become a vivid yellow.
Sneakily, autumn has made its way,
And the sun feels less warm today.
This change has brought beauty quietly,
As nature lets go of summer,
Embracing new beginnings.
