Better Days Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Dark clouds gathered in the morning sky,
Above the calm and silent meadows,
A lonely robin passed right by,
Resting there upon the hedgerows.
The endless early morning sound,
Of crows who's cries then filled the air,
Those endless leaves now gone to ground,
The trees looked naked standing there.
For autumn days had changed their style,
The start of nature's many ways,
Their grand appearance lost for a while,
Making way for better days.


Jayne Louise Davies