today is monday

today we are shrouded in cloud

or mist, that whipe vaporous stuff

that obscures ones sight

limiting distance and blurring definition

peaceful it is, the world when covered

with mother nature’s soft blankie

I hear the rooks call out

before they loom into sight

to settle in the branches

of the old unleafed oak tree

a good day to wander

an old forgotten grave yard

paying homage to the past

while descended cloud moisturises

this worn and wrinkled african face

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