It’s gray, the sky above me, face despond

It’s gray, the ground below me, frigid sight

It’s gray, the trees around me, winter’s plight

Rocks settle in my mind, I trudge beyond

Salt and slush, slips and shuffles, I’m not fond

Of darkness at 4, blot out the last light

My coat’s a snake it coils and pulls too tight

“Look, there’s snow outside!” I do not respond.

But wait, look over there! A sprout of green

So hopeful in the air, surrounded by 

The frosty bite of snow, soon gone that fiend

Will be. Smiles grow, coat gone I feel serene

The sunflower does tower, it implies

A certain peace, my worries lift, I’m cleaned