Gray July Days
These gray July days,
They feel more like October or November,
when even the birds have somewhere better to be.
These days are thick with quiet, sorrowed anticipation of the cold
and creeping anxiety for stomach flu and Christmas.
Why today must the clouds hang so heavy and gray?
If it as if they are made of tungsten or tin,
and leaden with snow and rain.
Here, winter is always coming.
Midsummer wind and wet is winter’s promise and portent.