Cold drizzle rains down

Gravel crunches beneath his feet

A streak in the corner of his eye

Hollow echoes saturate his ear

The lake is a thousand ripples

Each drop disturbing the natural peace

Dark, grey sky has been parked since November

A well worn welcome

Lacking spur of life

Man and beast is hidden away

A lonely walker’s breath clouds a moment before dispersing

The beat drums a little harder now

A winds intimate kiss heaves the water and sighs the trees

Ushering in a bluer mood

Demeter is depressed, she has banished Helios

Big blue emits her empyrean anger in fits of storm

Maia won’t be seen this time around

Aurora brings another dreary dawn

The lonely walker begs for burning yellows and oranges

How much longer must he wait, to taste the sweetness of Spring