Complaining of the Cold Rain...

Grey, rain shrouded sky
as billowy cloud waft by
leafless trees sway to and fro
and a squirrel scurries back and forth
unsure of where to go...

Is this Autumn?
to me it feels like fall,
dropping from a great height
to cast a pall upon us all.
while not far in the distance
you can almost hear winter call
as the wind moans between the branches
calling out her name...

For, to me it is not Old Man Winter
but the Snow Queen, Spring's older sister
cold and calculating,
but will beauty sparkling and cascading
in icy ornaments that glitter among the trees
It is of the cold and rain that i complain,
the two do not seem to go together,
i seek oneness within the winds of weather....
                 11-23-11