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Gray 

Cold 

Damp 

Starting to rain

A walk to the park

Gray sky 

Gray-brown trees 

Dead grass 

Dark brown mud 

I walk the circle 

Round and round 

Seeking an answer 

That can't be found 

My sadness over 

The unexpected 

Closure 

They are gone without a word 

And I am left with the emptiness 

And what could have been 

Yet I know 

The gray day, the cold, the damp will pass 

They gray-brown trees and the dead grass 

Will come alive with color 

And once again it will be spring 

And I will smile as I 

Take my granddaughter's hand 

And walk to the park 

                      Anne Cressin, 2/10/21