I felt it coming in the fall
the grey veil
that comes every year
to cover my eyes with gloom
it has been relentless this time
violently biting my skin
sneaking around window panes
and through the sleeves of my coat
stubborn in its conviction to stay
I feel it coming now
salvation
in fleeting, squinting glances
I see the fire of the sun
streaming through this fog
promising clarity, comfort,
and peace
soon it will permeate the frost
in my heart with its glow
and burn away the shroud
to illuminate my soul

©Debra Goodman