Crying Out of the Blankness

Snow is in the air,
Not yet falling in the gloom;
Suspended in gray.

Road without shadows;
Sky without a hint of sun.
Hens still peck and cluck.

"It goes right through you,"
The humidity, they say.
(But it stays inside).

A thrown orange peel
Provides a flash of color
In this gray morning.

A tangle of brush
Leading to a fallen tree:
Nature's garbage pail.

TV color flash;
Inside, old lady watches;
Outside, earth's waiting.



How many eons
Since this resting gray rock chunk
Lay beneath the sea?

Crows in empty sky
Crying out of the blankness
Add to morning gloom.