Winter Skies: Poems & Pictures

Everything is Gray
1/30/13

Everything is dead
and gray
and cold
Even the sun--
the brightest star
Can't break
through the
dense heavy gray.
Only my candle
glows with warmth
in my space
And tiny
purple flowers
bloom bravely
on the
windowsill.

It's Gray Again

2/8/13

It's gray again--

in fact grayer still

and now it's wet

as well

Yesterday

a bright pink streak

at the edge of earth

made attempts

to overcome

the clouds

but grayness won.

I take hope 

from the street light

and the sparkling

string of lights--

leftovers from

Christmas--

on my neighbor's tree.

Oh, Spring!

please come soon

and end this

eternal gray.

I passed by my quiet space

2/10/13

I passed by my quiet space

on my way to wash my face

and I was drawn

as with a child's tugging hand

to approach

and sit and bask

in the golden light

streaming through the

windows facing south and east

The mighty sun

has won the tug-of-war

with clouds and gray

and today reigns supreme

King of the sky

Even the bare winter

branches reflect the glow

and me,

I can't stop smiling

as I sip my coffee

and think about the day.

Redemption

 3/1/13

I'm not a fan of winter and yet, somehow this year,

while growling at the chill and cold,

my gaze was drawn upward and for once,

I noticed the beauty of winter skies.

I mean, really; I almost ran off the highway more than once

trying to get one more glance at an amazing streak or cloud.

From dawn until sundown--or shall I say from gray to grayer still--

the changing of the heavens could drive an artist to distraction, 

each pattern and design somehow more engaging and beautiful.

I still don't like the cold, but the skies have won me over...

Maybe it's redemption of those bitter January days 

When loved ones left this place

and moved beyond.