Can Spring Be Far Behind

There is a Crayola crayon color of gray called Timber Wolf.  

Yesterday's sky reminded me of it.

So, I scribbled this down from my morgue of bits and pieces:

The trees are naked
Living to survive
But stand unashamed

Under timber wolf sky

Seems that nature’s soul

Has given up the fight

Winter’s settled in

With no end in sight

A dusty tint falls
To an onyx shade
On the horizon

As another day fades

I’m like a small child
Bursting with false hope
In a fairy tale

No armor to cope


Locked in winter’s cell
Bitter and confined
But, to quote Percy Bysshe Shelley, 

                                              "If Winter comes,
                                                                  Can Spring be far behind?"

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Today is a bright new day:  But, minus one wind chill.  Is Spring far behind?

Carpe diem Life,

David Kuhn