Grey And Pink

A plain all now green
Makes a mockery of me.
Shoots and new leaves of grass
Little flowers newly yellow
They come over me,
In my white marble abode.
How dare they encroach on me here!
The sun, oh that’s fine,
but new greenness divine?
I’m here, can’t you see,
Mourn me! I’m here
And you’re there; I’m
Grey and you’re pink.
Please, please, stop beside me
And think!