Nostalgia's Song
The sky is gray, both dull, yet bright
a depressing but inspiring sight...
The air is chill, and so alive...
all impatient that Spring arrive.
Clouds are heavy with rain and snow...
poised to let their teardrops flow.
Moisture drips so hazily
from leaves of winter, lazily...
Birds and squirrels forage near...
as they await Spring's grand premier.
Nostalgia sings soft serenade
accompanying the cold parade...
My wistful heart responds in tune...
like tides pulled by magnetic moon.
I pause, in thanks, for skies of gray
both dull and bright, in nostalgic sway...
This too shall pass, as seasons do...
and spring will bring her life anew...
Then winter's grasp will fade until...
it follows, yet, next autumn's thrill.