The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean,

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

It is very boring
.........a beautiful simile and reflections of nature ★