Grey on grey

 I wake to winter’s melancholypalette, grey on grey it’sblowing on this febrile breeze seeping through my boneslimiting movementturning me to stone: ‘’& what of love?’’…..You say. I’m the other sideof midnight sifting throughmy warrior bones… ‘’& what of love?’’ You say. I have no answerto the play of midnighton bare branch can only shrug & turn awaywaiting for the starsto hold us close again waiting for the starsto blind us.