It seems the day
when clouds hang heavy,
as wind whispers rain.

A day where
sun plays peek-a-boo
with glimmers of hope
that clouds will
dissipate drizzle.

Day that commences
while footsteps in cold breeze
quickly race to beat airs moisture.

Day when winter, wishes to speak,
with little snowflake children
ready to dance in sky.

Day where season passed as colorful
leaves fell making trees
bare naked to the sky.

It seems the day,
sun will watch
behind clouds.
Destined to return soon
to shine on snow covered hills.