A Humble Acquaintance

 

As I peer out of my bedroom window,

the dreariest of days emerges.

While making its less than humble acquaintance,

it casts a broad shadow across my expectant forehead.

No glimmer of sunshine anywhere to be found,

yet I make my acquaintance anyway.

Endless overcast clouds ~ Where could the sun be hiding?

Maybe at rest, as it has a lot of shining to do,

and many expectant foreheads to cast its rays upon.

The looming clouds have made their heavy presence known,

they will indeed, be here for a while.

 

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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