Thursday 31st October 

Towering clouds 
Rise vast and grey 
Sculpted giants 
Of silvering decay 

They loom above 
In silent might 
Casting shadows 
Stealing light 

Slowly shifting 
They drift and sway 
Carving new shapes 
In the fading day 

Beneath their gaze 
The world grows still 
Hushed by their height 
Caught by their will 

Love you so much
Treasured sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx