#gray days

In these days of gray, where light is thin,And hope feels like a whispered wind,The world moves on in muted tones,A weary hush in flesh and bone. The trees stand bare, their voices still,Against a sky so vast and chill.Even fire’s warmth can only glow,Not chase away the heavy snow. Yet somewhere deep beneath the stone,The roots still stretch, though cold, alone.And even now, though dim and…

I feel like I've done nothing with my life. Maybe I'm a terrible person acting nice and fooling everyone.

I don't mind gray days,wanderings in the rain.There is a different sort of lightthat filters through my existenceon these days of wet.I sit in the murky interiors, bathed in the unelectric glow.The dry ground does not mind,the waking flowers are thirsty.As am I.This I know.