Blankness in the Air

It looks gray and bleak;
Or is that just my inside?
I'll have to find out.

Without the sunshine
The snow looks even whiter--
Blankness in the air.

Everything's muted--
Plane humming far overhead;
Blank stare of the cow.

Thick gray clouds pile on
Layering in the thick sky--
Celestial mountains.


Living skeletons
Delicately reaching up--
The tall leafless trees.


Up through the snow bank
A small branch of the sapling
Still can greet the sky.

Once again brown leaves
Lie exposed on the hillside;
Autumn without end.


As grayness settles
Even the fumes from the truck
Seem like they belong.