Shades of Winter Grays
For a moment
the sun is bright,
blinding, burning, cold and white.
Quick with winter's chill
gray white clouds stretch and flow in quiet and still.
Winter's fifty shades of gray
play artist with the sky of day.
The earth rests tattered with fallen leaves
held stiff, frozen like an ocean tide heaves.
Soon the day is done and night comes
black with ivory stars, lights falling crumbs.
The shortest day of light arrives
closing in to sleep in cold disguise.
An hour past midnight the moonlight glows
and in the guiding light I walk
pondering the gift of winter snows.
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