Gloom Of Grey

I walk this walk in winter’s fog along the path to fill each day. Each stranger I see barely nods, they pass by without aught to say. Against the cold I wrap my coat while trying to ignore the sting and thoughts of all the miles ahead that passing through this season brings. I still recall the trees in color. It seems like just a day ago. I dream of time in warmth of summer. Let me tell you this - I know that spring will yet again return despite the cold that grips me now. The sun again will someday burn, and I will make it through somehow. So, while I sojourn through this season, I’ll pray for a better day and smile knowing that there’s a reason for passing through this gloom of grey.