Winter Rain

There's something sad about winter rain
greyly falling on land asleep
shrubs all leaning like huddled sheep
and tree trunks wearing a long black stain
as they stand and dream of spring again
They stand and dream as the rain falls down
birds all flying on rain wet wings
seeking shelter, but no bird sings
in woodland that crouches, wrapped in brown
as the winter rain falls down and down
When winter rain in its long grey shawl
rises at last through woodland trees
dragging behind a fresh cold breeze
the sadness lifts, an unwanted pall
from land that smiles at the first bird's call.