Drab Gray Day The day is shades of gray As I look in every way, It mirrors my sulky mood While I sit here and brood. Rain and snow coming down Deepens lines in my frown, My slump slowly settles in Another cold winter begins. Homebound and bored to tears, My mind-set switches gears From frolicking in summer sun To a dreary winter that's begun. I sit at the window and ponder What's going on way yonder, South where it's summer all year While I'm mired in icky wet here. I pine to go where wind don't blow Sideways bearing sleet or snow, The beautiful North Country is nice But I weary of winter's ice. Maybe next year, if I'm still here I'll go to where the sun sears, I'll point my feet toward the South To escape winters icy mouth. Short days of shadowy gray Are not meant for frolic or play, Put me in sun to make me smile, Drab days aren't worthwhile. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 09-22-04 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone