Gray Days

O Wind, if Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? — Percy Bysshe Shelly

It takes just a few gray days

before I miss the sun 

and long to feel that 

heat on my skin.  Winter 

just begins and my mind

always moves forward 

to spring, that glorious

season of first things —

new growth, new nestlings,

new life everywhere we look.

Winter is a sleepy spell,

sometimes dreary, sometimes

cozy, but I am so glad to live

in a place that only rests

in the gray for a short time.

I long for sunny days, 

birds with cheery songs

in the mornings, the gentle 

cooling of long evenings 

when the sun stays up late

with us, holding along the horizon

as we, joyfully, gaze on.

—C.L. Fisher, January 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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