outside
the wind moves chillingly in shades of grey
warmth coming from an ember in my fingers
orange
funny how the end of my cigarette
matches the flickering orange
of the dome of the phone booth across the street
funny how at midnight colors dissipate
and fade wilting away with the sunset
grey
even the grass which is newly green
from recent rain
doesn't escape the pall
except for the blades encapsulated
in a halo from a nearby streetlight
inside
warmth captured and lingering from the day
washes over me as i close the door
oz
transformation from monochrome to colour
free from the biting breeze
but still lifeless or rather listless
there is life here
a pill to make me feel
washed down with a shock
of water from the fridge
i knew it would be cold
did i know the grass would be grey
it will be green again in the morning
even if the sky is grey
the grass will be green
it's just the way it is
some things are like that
distinct
obvious
black
white