gray

i am lost inside

a great divide 

and it’s called the month of may

what i want is close 

yet so far

so very far away

i want to feel such raw emotion

caused by great celestial commotion

and it’s called a thunderstorm 

that strikes midday

hot humidity still distant, 

i wait for warm breezes, insistent 

that eventually, they’ll come my way

this time of year, i hold dear

memories of a summer daze 

dreams of spring 

to which i cling

are persistent 

within my minds gaze 

how i wish i could escape this gray

gray days, gray nights 

all i see is snow

illuminated by stray streetlights 

where’d all the color go, anyway?

i wish the sun would set at nine

not five

i wish i could live my life

not cry 

every time the sun goes astray

i wish the days would seem to be sweltering 

so that winter would forever melt her cling 

that she has held on my dream

of laying by palm trees on a midsummer day