Mondays Poetry Moment

     MELANCHOLY

another cold day
and three months gone
clouds, snow, and ice, greet me
crusty windshields
on cars,
crusty roofs
on houses,
a crow sits there
upon the high wire
who calls and calls and calls
in mournful tune
that's right buddy,
I silently agree
it's cold outside and I'm so tired

© Lydia Lowe  02/24/2010