A series of grey days
They signal a changing
A hazy mist cloaks all
A single gull streams by
Sole and serenely low
On a mirrored surface
An anticipative silence
Avian songs are gone
Few denizens scurry
Last minute preparations
Silver celestial tones
Above a browned blanket
The chill creeps deep
Aches and pains panging
A listlessness awakens
As the living slumber
In predestined waves
Amplifying a solitude
Through winter's end
Life is tiresome
A drudgery of days
The colourful hues receded
Now a dreamscape plain
Looking into clear waters
Once blurred with life
Its verdence concluding
But now to endure
To take it in, in stride
The tranquil flowing
Before the snows blowing
Will grant a true elation
When a frozen suspension
Gives way to spring