New Month, Same Sky

New month, same sky
white gray fills the eye
from horizon to horizon.

There was a sun break
yesterday.

I missed most of it
because I stopped looking out

stopped noticing the trees reaching upward
to catch every ray of sun that fights
it's way through the pervasive clouds.

stopped budding like the buds on the tree
by my front porch window,
the tree that insists it is spring
before any other plant knows it.

Time to start again.