A cloudy day sometimes precludes a smile
To warm and fill, a soothing mug of mead.
Sometimes again an empty pot may feed
Remembrances of stew it held awhile.
A winter's snow disguises, just a style
To give us all a chance to now be freed,
A cleansing of the air, a morning creed,
And moistens gardens, to beguile.
 
The barking dog's a happy sound to hear
To know our streets again are safe to walk.
A playing group of children can't disturb
Unless you chose a path you draw from fear.
A gossip spreading rumors with her talk
A worthless thing we shouldn't let perturb.

This is the reply to the poem "A Pessimist Day".  The two were submitted for one lesson in my poetry class.