It was a dismal, cold late afternoon, not Conducive for a walk at all, but I needed to get out Into the fresh air. The slate gray roofs of the houses blended in With the dull sky, not a speck of blue, and the Leaves still clinging to the trees were brown. But I was determined to find a bit of Cheer in the gloomy damp landscape. I focused on the evergreens, ever green, and I Spied one with pine cones tightly clinched Clinging to the very top. The expanse of grass beside the path was Still green too. I studied a tree bereft of leaves and Noticed how intricately the bare branches were Intertwined with the trunk, a picture of how I'm woven into the Vine. Inseparable. And the pond, almost black because it was nearing Dusk was rippled by a pair of ducks paddling near The edge. I was snug in my warm coat and gloves and glad That I had ventured out. I had to really search for the muted beauty hidden In the dreary atmosphere, But I found it. |