Winter’s Window
Grey, grey sullen day
Fireless, dreamless,
endless spray
Etched upon the
lonely pane
The slanting script
of scratching rain
Cold, harsh tuneless
air
Leafless trees
dancing bare
Set against a
cheerless sky
Sunless long and
lonely sigh
Hurried forms,
aimless ways
Bended brows, hooded
gaze
Winter’s window, hue
bereft
A forgetful day, to
rue........ and yet.
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