Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Friday Evening Study, November
Some are green. Others are yellow. More are
Varying shades between orange and red.
Nature makes pretty in its own great art
The leaves which will all by next month be dead.
Grey and white clouds mingle with the blue sky.
Last night’s frost turned the green grass into brown.
Listless, dull, the ceilings and walls inside
Offer nothing. Inspiration they drown.
The window on the wall offers a view
Of all that we should really think about.
The leaves will all in eight months will be renewed
Again we’ll see the sun we’re now without.
Outside there is teamwork, dedication.
In here? Just solitude, contemplation.