Presentiment

The day ends
As it began
As if
There was no strength
For it to raise itself
From its formlessness
Of grey - it was lead-coloured 
And heavy.

This is paleness of desperation
This heavy moisture 
Hangs and merges 
Lifeless in its own sullen drifts.
 
It is the very
Oxygen we breathe -
H2O and we are
Weighed-down
By its oppression
By its lack of light.

This is the first
Drab warning that
Winter is in sight.
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