Thank you, Yorkie.
We all consider you our friend, too. Marissa recognized your yard in something you posted the other day. She was impressed with the snow. :)
Carnival (rainy)
A soggy night, yes, a wet dog day
and so, so few came out to play
A melancholy mood now sets in
and common folks forget how to grin
The once lighted rides seem dim
as if another odd world their in
No one’s riding, for no one cares
the wet and chill mutes the fair
Soggy seats and moods are cast
and emptiness settles down so fast
A lack of crowds makes silent din
like ghosts cavorting in their sin
The machinery glimmers in lamp light
colored red and green and blue bright
Yet there is a raw melancholy air to fall
somehow making empty space of all
A carnival set by a darkening pail
holding a strange moment’s odd tale
Shadows cast, flow and run together soft
and forms change in the gloom aloft
Echoes of the dreary day settle into night
as like a wine fills a drunkard’s sight
Memories wind among the iron shapes
a mist wall to blind one in the grey drape
So sad the rain makes of what was bright
a place oft filled with other’s laughter light
Now a grey world as odd as an alien world
a place where even dreams fold till furled
Sounds mute as soft falling rain does fall
Quietly enrobing the gaiety of the carnival