Condemned to Wait for Spring
the day is a single
shade of grey visibility low colder than a witch's tit
the contents of the
landscape trees buildings cattle in the fields
slowly move in and
out of view like ships in the channel signal their presence
the sound of the
fog horn echoes
the mountains are
rendered invisible a general feeling of ennui is
generated
loss sadness longing the
unknown
hang from bare
branches of the trees whose outlines are like lace
against the sky's
single shade of grey
how to channel
springtime see it smell it make it real
when one is
huddled on a park bench alone wrapped in the news
against the
cold
fingers smell
of inky substance words mumbled tumble into place
like the small
ball on a spinning roulette wheel rolling around & around
dropping into a compartment
when the wheel
stops numbers revealed creating a list of winners & losers
condemned to
capitulate the game is over ...i am condemned to wait
for spring
in a single shade of grey
January 10, 2015
6 comments:
I feel that greyness - here we have endless fog......we share the ennui. Yet spring will be an anniversary, too, of when this year's journey began. We will be trekking for some miles more, my friend.
the grey can be pretty overpowering this time of year....
and once it takes over, about all we can do is wait for spring..
Every word and hue captures this feeling so very well Annell...we are alone in grey and yet there is a connection..i hope i hope xo
I know that feeling well. But cheer up, on my walk this morning I was cheered by the sight of primroses smiling at me from the grassy bank. Spring is on the way.
You've painted the greyness of winter well. May spring green brighten your part of the world soon!
Behind the grey is blue. It's there you just can't see it.
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