turn, turn, turn

Today's white sky seems to lessen the contrast
Between the naked trees and
(The oranges and yellows still clinging to branches, and
The orangey-browns and yellow-y browns that
Gave into the wind and now
Suffer the consequences, and rest on)
The fading vibrancy of green grass.

Without obvious sunlight,
The entire spectrum of the outside world
Fades into shades of browns and whites,
And with the pale backdrop of sky presiding over all,
It feels more like winter than it has yet this season.
Single rays of golden light
Poke through the packed ceiling,
And for a few moments,
The orange leaves regain a bit of their glory, and the
Bare trees seem to stand a little taller in a regal way.
But without that sun,
The feeling changes.
Hibernation mode sets in, and
I want to wrap myself in some warm fabric while
Pouring a gentle stream of steaming hot
Elixir
Through my body,
Bringing color into my lips and cheeks,
And pushing the black and white into the farthest
Depths of my mind.