Day Slips Away

I let the day slip away unmarked time in my older years at play. Gray cast single clouded sky reaped restless winds their chill un-denied. In his small bed my dog sleeps afraid of wind song and all it reaps. In the quiet interludes of calm the silence holds back all throngs. Leaves race to and fro slapped against the fence no place left to go. Grasses short colored pale greens and browns hold no walk today as I remain housebound. Too many wintry days of gray keep the sun and warmth distantly at bay. To rest, observe and contemplate the day as it gives into fate. I pluck the pc keys as long as the day is light grasping for the poetic words to write but alas, too my dismay I let the day slip away.