Winter Ah's

so it’s a winter morning
i’m driving to work thinking
i should feel blah
kind of on the warm side
instead of crisp and clean
i’m looking around
at all of the drab colors
how washed out they are
searching for words
besides battleship gray
or worn out denim
to describe the pale blue
lacing through pure white
i realize i’m having problems
expressing a depression
i feel i should feel
but can’t
the trees aren’t a mediocre tan
but threads of mink, moss and ginger,
sienna with streaks of warm citrus
and cloves wafting smoke
like tendrils up to caress
the delicate underside of heaven