watching the drizzle

thin drip of silver from the heavy grey
light rain that marks the wintery start
the motion of the water almost an art
bleaker the evening than the whole past day
from proper work the mind begins to stray
i wait for full completion of my heart
the little birds right past the window dart
and happier thoughts anxieties allay
right on the nose i know that waiting's done
what happens next is happier enterprise
no little meaning in the watching eye
my heart is waiting for the coming sun
while yet the world is grey before its rise
whatever has honest value will not die