Yesterday, the snow was a different shade of white,
Yesterday, inscrutable right belied itself in a true day of night,
Yesterday, black was everyshade. Rolling and swirling together,
Yesterday, the trees and the leaves stood slightly more sentient while quiet sounds gave away nothing.
Yesterday, Its true that my cares were both far away and present,
Yesterday came true. Now its behind me. Now I rue it in vain. My lament.