The rain fits my mood as I
Trudge down the sidewalk.
The snow on the ground
Reflects the grey sky.

The naked trees shiver
In the force of the cold wind.
The puddles reflect memories
That I don't want to see.

Bare patches remain
Where grass was a week ago.
I watch as a bird
Flicks by like a dream.

The rain fits my mood as I
Trudge down the sidewalk.
I slip on the ice
And I fall.

.~*~.

My absolute favorite out of all the poetry I've written. My inspiration was the ice outside LMS on the afternoon I wrote this. Dated December 13th, 2002.