Overcast Day In The City Of Marble

Overcast is the sky 

On the city of marble today 

Veiled like a mourner the cerulean 

Behind a shroud of sullen gray 

Not a maple leaf stirs on the bough 

Of the trees that line the street 

No birdsong lilting sweetly 

Or dog to call retreat 

Shadows have all gone 

To reappear a more lit day 

But in the dull present 

Nothing breaks the monotony 

A line of cars cool to the touch 

In the city standing still 

Flowers close their eyes 

And bow against the windowsill 

All creation waits 

Enraptured for a spark 

But nothing comes 

To deliver them from the half dark