Grey, winter skies,
Yearning for the touch of the sun,
An absent lover’s embrace,
Well remembered, well loved.
Mood low, spirit low,
Faces pale, fatigued;
Winter’s physical effects.
Swallows flee but I cannot escape
The dark dreary days,
Come lover, revive me.
Copyright wordz2Go 9 January 2015
On yet another grey, East Midlands day in the UK.