Beclouded: Niepogoda

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

 

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

 

*****

 

Chmury podłe, a niebo jest nisko,
Płatek śniegu podróżny
Przez stodołę czy ścierniskiem,
Debatuje, czy pójdzie.

 

Dzień cały, wiatr drobny się skarży,
Jak go kto potraktował;
Natura bywa, jak my, przyłapana
Bez ozdobienia głowy.

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