When the sky is Flatley grey,
So much so that the streetlamps have to stay
On all morning and into the afternoon,
And the trees have lost their leaves
So that all you see of them
Is dull gray brown bark and branches,
Black and wispy and thin against the blank.
Then don't forget your coat and hat,
And wrap your neck up nice and tight,
And after that, remember
To don your smile,
And let your eyes shine for a while on me,
For theirs is the only hue that moves me
Thru the holler days,
And the cold drear of December.

-jenn