Cloudy again by Tom Sharp

Winter is coming; dark clouds block the sun. Snow has fallen on the mountains. The clouds churn like millions of flying insects, like trees tossed from the hills into the sky. The river is writhing, swollen, like an angry beast churning up the waves. I’m so old that I’ve become a local attraction. My teeth are falling out and I’m deaf in one ear.

复阴 by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

方冬合沓玄阴塞，昨日晚晴今日黑。万里飞蓬映天过，孤城树羽扬风直。江涛簸岸黄沙走，云雪埋山苍兕吼。君不见夔子之国杜陵翁，牙齿半落左耳聋。