i have challenged myself to find the beauty in a day like today.
the hills are invisible, encased in a hoary batting,
nearer trees silhouetted in it's gloomy gauze.
branches blurred and skeletal, shiver in the icy rain.
muddy white snow lingers and pools,
flooding between rows.
the creek swells and surges in solitude;
no crane no owl no frog or thrush
to join it's monochromatic dirge.
but what if i were blind?
o how i'd long to see this day i hear and dread
and hide from.
inside by the fire, dog at my feet, lamps burning
i find gratitude for both the ins and outs of this,