The winter grey
Reflects my mood
Rainy day
Makes me brood
Drop in heat
Cools my body
Window staring
My new hobby
Stripped bare tree
Elevates
Misery
And all I hate
Sleeping sun
Deprives my being
Fun undone
Hue’s unseeing
Mocks my senses
Knocks my soul
Battered fences
Play their role
In reminding me
Of the one
That warmed my bed
When first begun
And I appreciated
Winter grey
Now depreciated
With too longer day
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