Mizzle

Miserable drizzle, from a sky of grey, A north wind slaps me in the face. The God's of winter at work and play, And over all, a Cimmerian haze. Frozen rain from a cold dreary sky, Skeletal trees creaking in pain. Slowly everything has begun to die, And little by little I go insane. Slippery sidewalks, downed power lines, Crystallized grass crackles and cries. The only green visible, are the Norfolk pines, And to the south the feathered wings fly. I dream of tomorrow alone in my room, Looking out through my window pane. Then the golden sunshine will dispelled the gloom, And winter's grip will commence to wane. 1/15/2015 ALTON TEXAS