over the horizon of barren trees
Broken, brittle, battered by hostile winds
abandoned by God.
An endless wintry drizzle chills me to the bone
adding to the familiar mood of melancholy
While nature meticulously paints her picture of gloom and despair
the lonesome song of a train whistle accompanies her in perfect harmony. Her portrayal of sadness, artfully drenched in aesthetic appeal
These days should be embraced, not shunned.
Giving us permission to "feel" blue
and perhaps shed a tear or two....
they promote us to heal our wounds from
For today's gloom is but a precursor
to a bright and beautiful tomorrow.