Against That Pale and Ashen Cold Gray Sky

Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky Dark colors of oak branches spreading high, beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting. Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky, Nature is contemplating and testing. Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose, Passing days yield to time's eternal ways; Clouds cast forth water from heavenly hose Soaking high forested hills, filling its bays. Man and beast alike face Nature's splurges- Instinctively both yield to its power, While embracing primitive deep urges, Race for safe cover in which to cower. Tall oaks grace this fantastic and harsh view Nature moves forward collecting its due! Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 95