Fade

The signs of life    
could once be seen  
in waves of gold  
and herbage green  
but over time,  
the colors fade  
and I'm just left  
with shades of grey  
   
my world now cast  
in shades of death  
I find it hard  
to catch my breath  
I fear that if I stop,  
I'll freeze  
in mid-December's  
icy breeze  
   
I close my eyes  
and I can see  
the waves of gold  
and herbage green  
but in the sun  
the colors fade  
and I'm still left  
with shades of grey