Beneath A Sodden Sky

A sodden sky so smudged with soot,

The wind that streaks my face with tears,

A ground that crackles under foot,

The dreary months turn into years.

And although the snow is gone,

Frost coats limbs and rotting leaves,

The breath of winter lingers on

And my sunny soul bereaves.

Oh how I long for April’s blast

Of sun filled skies and flowers strewn

And dream the trill that love songs cast

By birds that flutter ‘neath the moon.

But, fire crackles in the hearth, 

While songbirds shiver in the night.

It’s winter’s dreary lack of mirth

Oh how I long for spring’s rebirth.