The day ends As it began As if There was no strength For it to raise itself From its formlessness Of grey - it was lead-coloured And heavy. This is paleness of desperation This heavy moisture Hangs and merges Lifeless in its own sullen drifts. It is the very Oxygen we breathe - H2O and we are Weighed-down By its oppression By its lack of light. This is the first Drab warning that Winter is in sight.next poem