Pearl gray skies on the horizon
No sunshine present in this day,
Snowflakes might eventually fall
Turning Earth white, matching our sky.
Polar vortex coming this way
Cold air swirling in its path,
Nature’s presence being felt
Changing guises as it comes.
Weather is like our human thoughts
Coming and going, but always present.
What seems solid then disappears,
Gone, but hovering in our midst.
Weather alters immediate surroundings
With many different and varied guises,
Thoughts determine our inner feelings
With their changing forms and guises.