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.
Savita Tyagi
3.1. 2019
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