The Dark Day

A three-day-long rain from the east—
an terminable talking, talking
of no consequence—patter, patter, patter.
Hand in hand little winds
blow the thin streams aslant.
Warm. Distance cut off. Seclusion.
A few passers-by, drawn in upon themselves,
hurry from one place to another.
Winds of the white poppy! there is no escape!—
An interminable talking, talking,
talking . . .it has happened before.
Backward, backward, backward.
By William Carlos Williams 
 
(imagine calling your child William Williams - William is a very fine name, I have a son called that myself but ...)

What a grim and miserable day weatherwise - a teeny bit of light around 4.30, something we hadn't seen all day. High winds, lashing rain and so dark, the blip mojo vanished! Still I have achieved - thrown away ancient sheets, washed the conservatory floor, made a start on Christmas calendars and done a bit of well work. All change for the weather over the next day or two as snow is forecast with Met Eireann going overboard with warnings and mentions of an arctic blast!