Another January day,
The sky hangs low and dripping.
Colorless themes, white, brown and gray.
This winter holds us in it's vise,
the bleakness dull and gripping.
My eyes are starving for hues of spring,
but nowhere to be found.
Just dirt on snow and barren trees.
This winter raw and brown.
As my spirit threatens to reflect this day,
my heart becoming blue,
a scarlet bird comes streaking in,
to chase the sad from view.