end of the day

between the sound and the silence only rain
all that is grey and cloudy must unite
winter is coming and with wet winter pain

the clouds boiled up some days out of the main
west winds arose to speed their sullen flight
between the sound and the silence only rain

the colours are now dulled into grey plain
the mortal hopes we placed in them despite
winter is coming and with wet winter pain

nothing that happens makes for loss or gain
unless we ask for meaning or for light
between the sound and silence only rain

we listen but cannot hear a passing train
the senses all have come under a blight
winter is coming and with wet winter pain

hopefulness now just goes against the grain
but we must hope against the fall of night
between the sound and silence only rain
winter is coming and with wet winter pain