Today is a dreary, cold, and wet day. In contrast, we experienced warm, dry weather for most of the last week. It is spring in Alberta and the weather changes on a regular basis.
I tried my hand at writing a poem again and this was the result.
Today, spoke in dreary tones,
The cold a knife;
Snow and rain danced together,
The sun hid itself away.
The world soaked with dampness,
It spoke not inviting words;
There were no paths to walk,
Instead, it was a day of solitude.
My inner world lightened,
Where the sun found its way;
Words arose from that source,
They find their way to this page.
Teacher as Transformer 