Bleak Grey, Winter’s Grace

The sky, solemn in it’s winter grace.

Bleak grey and spitting snow in my face.

Like life I try to see, the beauty of this grey,

bleak sky. Blanketing the world in black and white.

Yet I know somewhere, there is color to be found.

The splash of red from the cardinal, 

the deep green of the evergreen trees,

and the quiet brown of the earth, 

where the snow has not stuck. It’s there,

if I look for it. Color and light can be found. 

Holding space for the bleak grey days

of winter’s grace.


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