Gloom Of Grey
I walk this walk in winter’s fog
along the path to fill each day.
Each stranger I see barely nods,
they pass by without aught to say.
Against the cold I wrap my coat
while trying to ignore the sting
and thoughts of all the miles ahead
that passing through this season brings.
I still recall the trees in color.
It seems like just a day ago.
I dream of time in warmth of summer.
Let me tell you this– I know
that spring will yet again return
despite the cold that grips me now.
The sun again will someday burn,
and I will make it through somehow.
So, while I sojourn through this season,
I’ll pray for a better day
and smile knowing that there’s a reason
for passing through this gloom of grey.
