What I have concealed

Photo by Katherine

When I cannot tell you how I feel
When I want  your presence  without speech
I talk about the weather like a  fool

Sometimes when I’m tired I feel unreal
Or life seems lost and  meaning  outward leaks
Then I  can not  tell you how I feel.

Some months have their winds to make misrule
Others  throttle  throats and freeze the cheeks
I talk about the weather , as its cool.

We must keep moving or our blood congeals
So sheep must  on moorland  frosty, bleak
I don’t want to  lie , for  life is real

When winter mocks our age I find it cruel
Yet you are old and for amusement look
I talk about  the sunshine like a  fool

Oh, happy   snowfalls keeping us from school
As on the ice we tumbled with loud shrieks
When I  cannor   tell you how I feel
The weather  stands for  what  I   have  concealed