Clouds that hide the sun with showers Are wet baskets full of flowers. One is packed with poppies bright; One with lilies inward white. One, that takes a day to pass, Bulges out with blades of grass. One's a mass of roses red; One, a crowded pansy-bed. Yonder cloud, so sullen dull, Of golden buttercups is full. Its neighbor cloud, an ashen gray, Glows within with daisies gay. Not a cloud whose rain we rue But is crammed with flowers too. So I know the darkest cloud, Creeping gloomy as a shroud, Brings to me, all unnconfessed, Just the flowers I love the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |