Dark December Day

I peer out through the rain-dashed window Upon a dark December day. The gathering gloom my view does hinder – All is dismal, dull and grey. No firmament, just threatening cloud Above the doleful dripping trees That loom behind a misty shroud. This dour scene breeds great unease. Receding landscape, distant, pale, A colourless collage, cold. Now rain is sheeting through the Vale, Drenching villagers, young and old. But wait. A brightness in the sky Is spreading slowly from the West; The wind gives out a final sigh And sunshine comes – a welcome guest ! I venture out and drift along To feel the sun upon my face And hear once more the robin’s song : The Vale is now a happier place.