The Sky Was Grey

The sky is grey,
As am I this very day;
It weeps, but I do not.

The sun hides,
While I sit besides
My window, lost in thought.

The mist hangs thick about the trees,
And I grow rich with swift unease
Over things that I forgot.

The tea grows cold
While hours unfold,
Growing old with the mildew and rot.

The stars don't shine,
But I don't mind.
That seems to happen a lot.

Only yesterday
The sky was grey,
And with it I wept not.

by Emma Atkinson

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to get the full 'image': the crows are an image of melancholy for the Japanese..