Grey Skies

I like grey skies,
At least they tell the truth;
Grey skies,
Reflective skies
That do not laugh at all
Nor weep vain tears.

Grey skies,
No fear in them
Nor any joy,
No tragedy,
All grey.
I like grey skies,
Unweeping, smileless skies.
They do not lie.

From On a Grey Thread (Will Ransom, 1923) by Elsa Gidlow. This poem is in the public domain.