Gray Winter

Gray Winter

The wind howls through the trees,

invisible and chafing.

Dark and dense lies the countryside,

where the canal twists and turns-

waters rush and churn.

Gray meets the landscape,

from sky to stream,

blending into one cognizant shape.

The melancholy of this picture

raises the hairs on the nape

of my neck.

Winter can wreck

even the liveliest of souls.