NATURE MOURNS WITH ME

NATURE MOURNS WITH ME...

Mother Nature is raw                                                                                                                                    
 her climes are cold, chaos ridden*                                              with you now gone,  Father Sage is wizened                                                                                                                                          Choleric clouds darken my daysthe sun is distracted -                          The moon’s gone away                           Birds fly featherless, 
  the cattle lie low                                                                                                                     
 flowers hide themselves                                                                                                                                             
 afraid to grow                                                         Now it snows when it shines                                                                                                                                                
  rains when I pine  
 no more Sunny Days
 that I wish could be mine                                                  .                                                  
 Asphyxiated days                                                                                                                                              
 choke off Love’s supply                                                                                                                                        
 dousing  fire's flames                                                                                                                                                        
 that quickly die.            
       .                                                                                                                                                                     
                   Darkness leaves no place for vision                                                                                                                          
                                 Vacuum leaves no space for Air                                                                                                                                                                                      
                                                                       BjR 15 June‘09                                       
 

#climes - climate
* ridden - {p.p. of RIDE} a combining form meaning “obsessed with,” “overwhelmed by”