(Every Winter Ends With Spring- my digital music composition)
Gray Dawn
Curtains open to another dreary Winter day.
Everywhere I look, there’s tints and shades of gray.
Even the graying lonely moon drowsily lingers,
held in a wizen tree’s gray branch fingers.
Indifferent gray-on-gray clouds swiftly pass by
like gray sea-storm waves that fill the sky.
Unmoved gray-green cedars meet the dawn
waiting for slow low wind whispers just to yawn.
Dark gray shadows stretch across pale gray snow,
lounging, bored and lazy, ‘till it’s time to go.
February 24, 2008
Flowerpoet 