These grey grey days
And raining skies with forever clouds
Have left everything so desperate for color
Not even the thin slips of silver
At the end of old winter branches
Can dispel my downs & outs
For the day
I sit and watch observing outside my window
Smallness seen in too many details
Like two chickadees kissing
No lie ~ they were sitting side-by-side
A simple moment between moments
Found at the waters edge
Really this is true ~
Nothing ever looks good in grey except blue
So I wait for the afternoon to come close
Weather forecast says clouds will depart
And some blue sky and sun will break out
I have opened the gates and thrown away the keys
Mercy ~ make it happen now!
