Poem: February

The sky today has been the same
Perpetual shade of steely grey,
Irrespective of the hour.

Icy sharp drops of rain
Leave pockmarks in the greying,
Withering banks of snow.

Woodstove smoke hangs heavy
In the chill air and more aptly
Praises winter than heralds coming Spring.

I sit, a chrysalis in grey cocooned,
Motionless yet for shallow breath
Poised to burst forth with vibrant color
When the sun's first rays do warm
And Spring at last arrives.

--ACP Feb. 22, 2009