Wednesday, Jan. 15, 2003, 4:38 PM

Grey days

The sky is grey today. The world is devoid of color. Long has it been since I have run in verdant fields under azure skies with the golden sun at my back. I pine for the summer to lift my spirits. Heavy is my mood, and thus the heavy poem:

The grey catches in your hair and follows you in from outside
It follows you in and settles in drifts
   in your eyes
      as they settle on me
         weigh me down
You present yourself like a glacier
   freeze the room quiet
      hold eternity in the curl of your lip
         with a cold smile.