Heavy dampness in the air,
whiteness everywhere –
muffled sounds from far away
as morning wakes to day –
Tentative light that tries to poke
its fingers through the fog of sleep –
the war of Spring on Winter
leaves everything to soak
in clouds it dragged down deep –
The sun fights with the whiteness
and wafts it gently by –
yet something still remains
to cloud my mind and eye –