Taupe is the color of bare branches
on this grey winter's sky
Leaves have blown asunder
and bark has turned to ash

Cold is this

Dark is dark and light is light
awaken this heart, for I ignite
Lift up my head and let me see
away from this, dismal eternity

Walking in the fog,
Imagining days of London past,
Street scenes of poverty,
Captivating to the last.

In days of Empire,
England's

Early in the morning I wake and rub the eyes,
slip out of bed
scratch my head
to go walk with the Aussie sunrise.

On this dawn

"Where the Monocacy Meets the Potomac"

The witching hour has come and gone,

And there's an eerie orange glow;

The horizon