Winter Thoughts Poem by Colin Pickett

Eventless skies draw
frozen shadows on the
sidewalks, where
lumbering children
stuggle in their layers
and discover their
breath.

The whole earth is a
grey field of waiting.
Life is waiting to come.

Green is forgotten,
bare branches echo the
transparent memories
of sunlight.

Gravity is always
strongest in the winter.
Hills and walkways
beckon disaster and
relief.

Wherever I am
the bleakness taunts
me. Winter thoughts
reduce me to myself.