Silver lining on a grey day
sees her gaiety appear from no where...
For the trickling of tiny crystal drops of rain
plays a symbolic music
and drains her fears..
on trenches in muddied walkways..
She skips away her blues..
Alas, there it is - the silver lining..
She sees it within her grasp..
Laughing she breathes in the beauty
of the spidered image of a
in a knitted
ensemble of nature's