Gray

Sometimes we discover a flaw in our selves, a glitch in our soul...

Sometimes in the middle of winter,
The temperature rises unexpectedly.

All the snow melts, revealing
What was hidden but not entirely forgotten.

The world appears naked, gray, forlorn.
In this time between times

We need the covering of snow
Once more before spring.

Posted by Bob Rankin on April 15, 2006 09:11 AM |

 

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