Wednesday 22nd January 

It's grey outside 
A ceiling of clouds 
Heavy and low 
World in shrouds 

It's becoming cold 
Air bites with chill 
A whisper of winter 
Snow on silent hill 

It's going to rain 
The sky does warn 
A cacophony of drops 
From dusk till morn 

So wrap up warm 
Embrace the gloom 
For in this grey 
There's a quiet room 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx