"Gray February"

There's no sun today again.
I mourn the morning with no end.
There's no spark today within.
No light could come and wake me.
The sky gave up again.
No blue, just gray, awaits me.

The dark and the light
Have paused their old fight.
And left a vacuum so bland,
In this still, somber, shadowless land.

It's times like these when I think 
of all the mistakes I've made,
While I listen to the rhythm of the raindrops,
And escape incarceration by means of meditation,
Blankly staring at the icy lifeless treetops.

Mother Nature is bored.  She sleeps.
She pulls up her blanket of ice,
And it sleets.
Is there somewhere I could run to
If I still have the strength,
Where the closest of stars I could visit once more?

And then the sun will come up.
But it's still gray today.