How grey it is!
The drip, drip, drip
of water collecting into pools in parking lot pockmarks,
and shoes discovering winter cracks, soles sponging up wet reeds of April rains (and May rains, too) into thin, black cotton socks.
It's grey, it's grey, grey, grey.
But all the world tells you,
as it does every year, (again, again, again)
Take heart! Don't give up watch! Spring is coming!