Autumn deep in the bucktooth grip of gray winter.
Gray-green grass
glints dull through muddy frost.
Gray-fleeced wolves glide ghostlike
among gray-barked bare trees.
Thick gray clouds obscure the welkin.
Nothing admits the possibility of sunlight.
Outside this grayed-in world colors riot. Cobalt
sky. Ripe yellow pears. Sunsets peach-vermilion.
Inside, monotony unbroken even by
the legendary glistening of snow.