Morning
Clouds
Cast
Such
A
Pall,
Its
A
Wonder
There’s
Any
Light
At
All.
I’d
Like
To
Substitute
Weather
Of
Such
Ill
Repute
And
Be
On
A
Toasty
Beach,
A
Cold
Drink
Within
Reach,
Or
At
Least
Trade
Today
For
One
In
Late
May.
Put
On
The
Boots,
Scarf,
Gloves,
Coat
And
Hat,
Its
January,
And
That’s
That.