The Day Is Clear In The Blue

The day is clear in the blue,
Prevailing the drifting wind;
Sky in the gray and hue,
Covering the earth's tinned.

Forward look of the glen,
And forest in branches green;
All in the summer again,
Once where winter had been.

Love comes and sometimes go,
Through the sullen day lost;
Everything's from a while ago,
Into a time frame tossed.

Answers you did not find,
Walking through and plays;
Memories to some assigned,
Into gone thoughts pathways.

Beginning comes like an end,
The prime of our uncertainness;
Fancies crossing in the blend,
Clouds so light and frivolous.

Moods snapping ties to hold,
From the looks now going by;
Once so new and then all old,
In the clearings of blue sky.