Overcast

Below
Wats of cotton, wispy clouds
Encroach upon, surround
The mountain range across the lake
The wind drags through,
A garden rake
The clouds disperse and then reform
Another pattern molded, born

Above
The grey and silver hanging sky
The overcast thick blanket high
It wraps the world in its embrace
In silent,
confident,
kind grace

A cloudy day
stuck in the middle