Layers
The gray overcast sky predicts
Rain to layer the damp
Cool will become colder wet air
Trapped inside, lifestyle cramped
It is worse for blossoms turned brown
Their spring beauty cut short
Soon to join spent blooms 'pon the ground
Cold their life did thwart
The bullfrog croaking in the pool
Not hindered by cold air
Is he calling his love to come
See his fair lair
There is a stillness this morning
A quiet 'pon the air
All the birds softly sing their song
Yet stillness says beware
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