A Winter Day

This day the morning hours snag and drag away, the moments from morning sunrise is bland, dull white gray upon my eyes. The night brought quiet and softer snow lightly dusting brown grass that does not grow and nothing seems to stir or move even bird and squirrel seek nothing to prove. No efforts, no need, desire or talk break the slow movement of the clock walk, and the hours of this day inch forward in lag waiting on the sun for games of tag.