Gray Day

I’m trying to make the best of it
After all, I’m alive and well
Despite the many years
This body has traveled

But there it is beyond the window
That there
This here
Gray day

We’re beyond the Spring Equinox
The days are longer than the nights
And daylight continues to gain
Each day

But days of gray are not sunny days
And the body
No the mind
No the whole being
Yearns for the warmth
Beyond the gray

But like I said
I’m trying to make the best of it

It ain’t easy

About Ron Pavellas

reader, writer, a sometimes poet
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3 Responses to Gray Day

  1. Eric Gandy
    Eric Gandy says:

    Sure ain’t easy.Gotta’ drag on the ‘ole rubber boots and confront the elements!

  2. Eric Gandy
    Eric Gandy says:

    Sure ain’t easy. Pull on them ol’ boots an’ just confront them darmed elements!

    • Ron Pavellas – Stockholm, Sweden 16738 – reader, writer, a sometimes poet
      Ron Pavellas says:

      I just hid out, and cleverly waited for today which has not a cloud in a beautiful blue sky.

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