winter of discontent

Winter of Discontent Cloudiness has settled in the sky An act of unpalatable truth of the kind A summer sun easily hides Old dwellings are full of cracks Sagging roofs and dust on the windowsill Pot-holed roads, dry as clay, lead from From doom to the gloom of routines Nothing changes; life is an endless struggle Spring is far away Then, a miracle happens, splitting clouds I saw the sun, as the flowers in the garden had seen warming my face, letting the illusion continue