the rain brings dirty leaves down to the ground
the day seems cool but is not yet really cold
the greyness seems to muffle every sound
but does not call the sheep back to the fold
distant the noise of traffic or passing planes
the world seems to recede like a far bird
the ambient moisture even quiets the trains
the moment calls for a sigh not for a word
i pause for a moment the keyboard seems to call
the work can wait till i am fit to read
the world can do as it likes beyond the wall
i seek to nurture here the quiet seed
the meaning that i look for tries to hide
yet i am safe and dry right here inside
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