Lull

I collected no comfort from these cold keys

in the brightest months of bloom,

but my own flowers came into fruition

in the meager greying gloom.

The paper seemed to absorb raindrops

and break apart with such clarity

which the computer could not evoke

nor offer the same sincerity.

My walking boots had been collecting dirt

whilst my writing pen was collecting dust

and when the conditions turned for the worse

I peeled away the clay-like crust.

Damp air imbrues my curly hair--

through my scalp, soaking my skull;

and only when the summer's passed

do I feel the skies clear calming lull.