NaPoWriMo Day Four: Grey Sky Mood

When the sky is grey

Like fluffy grease

From the bottom

Of a chef’s shoe

Like a smear of ash

From a dead campfire

Like pencil shading

Abruptly halted

By the snapping of lead.

When the sky is grey

And looms above my garden wall

I sigh,

And fall, and fall, and fall.

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