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Lowery day


07.28.12 Posted in today's words by

Kenneth Weene’s most recent poem to appear here was Poem without title (June 2012).

Lowery day
By Kenneth Weene

The town enshrouded by mist and cloud,
a lowery day as some might say.
The children waiting for their bus
stomp impatiently about
like young horses wanting hay.
The flowers are unhappy
their petals fearing rain,
but tomorrow the sun will shine
and they’ll come out to play.
It is a day for staying home,
for chores and baking bread.
Old men complain of aches and pains
on such a lowery day,
but love the chance to sit inside
around the potbellied stove:
a game of checkers and ruminate
the stories they all know.




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