Last Stand

It is grey outside.
Cloud close enough to
water-log my brain.
I am through with grey.
I will do all I can to keep it at bay,
hold it limp,
at arm's length.
From now til Spring
I will rainbow things.
Hair dyed bright above
stripy scarf and
coat of many colours.
I will Joseph my way through the
winter wilderness,
dreaming dreams
of glorious futures
where suns bow down to no-one
and grey
knows its place
and slinks away.