Clouds

I Prefer

I prefer the gloomy days
Of autumn rain & chills
Curled up by the fire side
In an evening that is still

I prefer the quietness
Of lonely rooms and books
Wandering down shadowed halls
And peeking through the nooks

I prefer the lilting sadness
Of the winds old melody
Crooning to her lost love
As she whispers through the trees

I prefer the strange, I guess
Yes, I suppose that's true
But anyone can see beauty everywhere
If they only look;
do you?

A.C.