Grey

Pitter-patter, gloomy-grey,

Wiling-wind, wet-dreary day,

But why, my Heart, why the dismay?

Wind-tug tree-twigs tumble toss

Scatter leaves the road across,

But Heart, why pressed at so light loss?

Worry, wonder-wishing-why,

Weakens soul with sagging sigh,

Be strong, my Heart, make no reply.

World washed clear by winter rain

Springs up fresh-green grass again.

So faith unfolds in flinch of pain.

Earth and Heaven yield rich boon:

Plod white path plum-blossom strewn;

Hold silent-sleeping, silk cocoon;

Finger sea-shell, wave-whipped-hewn;

Trace bright silver ring ‘round moon;

Warm summer sun, my Heart, dawns soon.