beneath grey skies...

  Underneath these grey skies
            I rest
     looking out across 
                the tree tops
     bare & lifeless... 

      birds small & large 
           sing to me
      their winter melodies
             while hiding
        behind roots
                 & limbs...

       they sing to me 
                 of distant lands
           from whence
                 they fled
    when the cold air 
                 descended... 

    they sing cheerfully
           on this warm, 
                grey Tuesday... 

  perhaps the mild day
           has fooled them 
      into thinking 
             that Spring 
is right around 
             the corner... 

 that sunny skies 
        & the warmth it brings

 both to the earth
          & my soul

 has come early
       this year... 

Oh if only it
       were so!

How I long to bask 
       in fields of green 
grass & brilliantly 
       colored buds

under the harsh
     rays of sunlight
darkening this now
   oh so pale skin... 

 Oh how I long 
        for this cold, 
  lifeless winter 
      to be but 
an ever fading 
          memory... 

  Dear feathered friends, 
      let it be so! 
Sing to me
      of newness
  & life

     teach me to sing
            once again...

 Cool breeze
       course through  
 my hair

    & clear out 
 all the thoughts 
      that 
  crowd & cloud 
      my mind... 

  swaying trees, 
       teach me
  to dance again...