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!