Gray Skies

Sitting here
thinking of you
on this gray February day
and I wonder
if you have snow there.

I would send some to you
if it were in my power.

I lift my eyes
to see snowflakes
falling from the gray skies
as if the clouds heard my thoughts
and have granted me this wish.

If only you were as easy to conjure
as the snow that is floating before me.

As quickly as it started
the snow stops falling
and I am left with nothing.

Neither you
nor the snow,
only my thoughts
cold and gray.

© Michele Markley 2009