The Gray Of Winter

All eyes waiting for spring But winter is in no hurry to leave. The gray cement is filled with icy granules. Air filled with icy crystals stings and bites Walkers like blowing sand. Grass blades draped in frozen ice Brittle like sprayed hair of a woman. Tiny weed flowers die unappreciated. Mighty sun is lost in the vast gray sky. Behind winter's gray veil the earth Is barren of vibrant colors. Monotonous is winter's gray. A dismal blankness towers Upon all parts of the day. A red bird sits on the gray fence, Surveys in silence the gray shingles And trees devoid of life and leaves. A gray squirrel holds her tail Against a gray stem in a momentary Slumber of melancholic silence. The gray earth littered with Gray pine cones and dry needles Hides in her bosom melic colors of spring. All this gray eminence wields An unusual power upon my weary Old will and pensive thoughts. 3.1.2019