Statuary Gray
Winter whitewashes Autumn's array,
but you're confident Spring will soon show.
Yet, as Winter buries Fall's decay,
depression deepens like falling snow.
Snow-laden trees, like sculptures of clay,
stand as though chiseled; by a sharp breeze.
And stenciled in statuary gray,
branches, much like outstretched fingers, freeze.
A strong wind wrestles your breath away,
in the grip of an unyielding cold.
And muting the sound of children's play,
melancholy thoughts strengthen their hold.
A cloudy day causes nerves to fray,
for doldrums brood within shadows cast.
And folks speculate on Spring's delay,
sharing hopes that this weather won't last.
Purple and scarlet tint the sun's rays,
and yet, sunset chills you to the bone.
For as the day dims, on dreary days,
you feel depressed, shut in, and alone.
(Quatrain)
1/20/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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