Winter Blues
Brown and grey and sometimes green,
A smattering of color is seldom seen.
Dark and threatening is the day
But through it all shines forth an occasional ray.
Cold as ice, the wind blows strong
Cutting through coats and hats pulled down long.
The long days’ blues never seem to end
As I wait for the spring to begin.
Once in a while it seems to let up
But again comes the blast I never can get past.
A happier time I thought I had seen
Only to be forgotten with the loss of a little green.
The snow piles higher, the wind blows colder
And still the long days’ blues grow older.
Spring it seems will never arrive
No, not as long as the cold continues to thrive.
Brown and grey and sometimes green,
A smattering of color is seldom seen.
Dark and threatening is the day
But through it all shines forth an occasional ray.
Out on the lawn in the midst of it all
I looked to see what was searching for a nest.
A creature even lonelier than the sun,
It was a stranger with a red-breast.
Life and time do not stand still
There comes a change in all around
The days’ grow longer, the wind dies down
And with the warmth of the sun
Another season is done.
Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011
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