Days Like These

It's days like these
When I walk across the windblown street
Gazing across the green suburban landscape
Past the houses to the forest beyond
Where the world is not so green after all
It's days like these
When I wonder if color will ever return
To the bare gray branches
Blending with the cold clouds behind
Or if the clouds will swallow all warmth
It's days like these
When I worry that spring will never arrive
That the birds will fly back south
And I want to go with them
But I stay, and watch as snow buries my cries
It's days like these
When I am more quiet than usual
When the darkness is welling inside of me
When I reach for hope in vain
When my control lapses
It's days like these
When I pray for spring
Like I pray for peace
And I pray for relief
From the blizzard that holds me frozen
On days like these