Glory to God for Cloudy Days And blustery winds And red runny noses. Up in the sky, covered in clouds Unfurling in patterns that mimic the sea, My mind turns to Thee and praises The leafless trees, The browning grass, The people rushing from here to there Bundled away in coats and gloves. They think of the home they're going to, But my wandering mind wishes to thank The Maker that made the wintertime, The will to survive it, And the eye- The oh, so wondrous eye- That can see the beauty in death.
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"The suspense is terrible...I hope it will last!" --Willy Wonka
Glory to God for Cloudy Days And blustery winds And red runny noses. Up in the sky, covered in clouds Unfurling in patterns that mimic the sea, My mind turns to Thee and praises The leafless trees, The browning grass, The people rushing from here to there Bundled away in coats and gloves. They think of the home they're going to, But my wandering mind wishes to thank The Maker that made the wintertime, The will to survive it, And the eye- The oh, so wondrous eye- That can see the beauty in death.
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"The suspense is terrible...I hope it will last!" --Willy Wonka
I feel like this poem could be strengthened by incorporating more of the themes of mortality, god and death in the opening imagery. It would make the poem more consistent and fluid throughout.
And blustery winds
And red runny noses.
Up in the sky, covered in clouds
Unfurling in patterns that mimic the sea,
My mind turns to Thee and praises
The leafless trees,
The browning grass,
The people rushing from here to there
Bundled away in coats and gloves.
They think of the home they're going to,
But my wandering mind wishes to thank
The Maker that made the wintertime,
The will to survive it,
And the eye-
The oh, so wondrous eye-
That can see the beauty in death.
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"The suspense is terrible...I hope it will last!" --Willy Wonka