A gloomy day,
darker shades of grey.
The wind pulls leaves off the tree
while tormenting those already
on the ground.
Birds have fled south;
groundhogs took shelter
in underground headquarters.
Through the boardroom window,
the outside atmosphere
is still warmer,
more inviting
than inside.
(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)
