Cold And Gray

    Cold and Gray

 

All falling , the reds, golds, crimson, browns and greens

Blown about to be ripped from their last stand

Finally to land upon that carpet of fading green

Piles of rubble to be hauled away and create life anew

Skies , dreary , so cold and gray, now a part of this play

Dropping their bounty in drops streams and torrents

Hard against the skin not the gentle rain of spring

Cold and unforgiving , seems no renewal here and now

No pleasure in this disparaging day from my back door

My garden shriveled and so bent in submission

No elegant sound of crickets lulling me to slumber

Only howling frigid winds to lure me to pull up the covers

Winters bitter song comes to me to play melancholy

To haunt my summer memories and taunt me deeply

Soon enough the white will come and be peaceful one quiet eve

Only to become dirty , hard and unending it seems

Only requiring that cold blow from the northeast for nurture

Cold March winds only steel it’s stubborn resolve

Just thirty more and God will bless us with the crocus

They peek their heads out and laugh at winters dreary days