A Dreary Day
A dreary day
dark, cold, pale gray.
Sunday afternoon
followed snow fall from the midnight moon,
only a single star faded in and out
then was lost to the rise of morning's route.
Paths of frozen ice and snow
lay along the grass unmowed
and leaves yellowed and brown
float lightly to the ground,
with no sun only gilded light
morning slipped away in flight.
Quiet, still and hushed
the master painter does not brush
all the colors lost to spring
nor allow the birds on the wing
to hover high and low
amidst the winter snows.
There, in vacant shadows stand
seasonal changes harsh and bland
upon this earthen face
where plant and flower are erased
tomorrow the sun will surely rise
despite these wintry ties.
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