Late Winter Observation

Today the sky is a somber dark grey
Hours of naught but cold falling rain
I’m reminded by this heavy weather
Of the many winters, pleasure and pain
Along with every muddy track I've lain

Having never written of late winter
Breathing in and out this cold damp air
Gazing out from an old screened in porch
At trees and underbrush growing out there
Live oak, pine and holly, never are they bare

Impatiently waiting for the coming of spring
Hidden away where no one dares to intrude
These cold quiet times I should learn to cherish
Instead I sit here for hours and quietly brood
Until the brown thrasher invades my solitude

Pecking, scratching for bugs and worms
Not at all bothered by this cold rainy day
Almost blending in with the brown leaf litter
He usually has something important to say
Even at such times when it’s cold and grey