Grey Day
Grey days don't make great days
but they can be good days
heather grey and powder coated
skies doused with a ghost white fog
floating all around the trees,
trees whose green can not be seen
through the soupy sludge
that is this very grey day,
this very great day, but that will
be my secret, the thing the fog
will not disclose, the potential
for goodness, for joy under the
weight of this miserable cloud,
winters oppressive inclinations
no barrier to the warmth stored
underneath skin familiar with the sun.
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