Lonely Winter

Walking down pathways Past personalities and entrances Sinister clouds are looming And trudging through the sky Suddenly a squirrel peeks out Of his lonely protective thicket The fatigue of frozen, rigid days Sullying the time we spend The clouds part for a moment Still blocked by several buildings I feel like running to embrace But it retreats before arriving Tremendous sadness creeps over And hangs down like a blanket of silence In the cold steel winter light Which shines not on my smile