Cloudy day

Today the sky is all cloud
and all is grey and cold
but the plants
the feathery ferns and the sunyellow daffodils
raise their grateful green arms
and sing
'Look! Look how much light there is, still!
A feast! Hallelujah!'
I imagine myself
on one of the outer planets
How pale the faraway sun
How cold
so cold the air itself congeals
How small these oscillations between 'warm' and 'cold'!
When will we realise that
all is paradise
and join the plants
and feast?