About the low grey clouds she says:
Every time November comes in
cold, dark and brown (matching the leaves),
the geese fly south and you stop calling.
About the clear blue sky she says:
January mornings that are this sunny can't be trusted
it is fake sunshine (lighting up the wine bottles on my windowsill)
masking the windchill.
Regarding a midnight sky in April she says:
Yeah, from here, it looks like a trillion stars but,
I bet there is a guy like you up there lying to somebody
.