gray day 2

gray day 2

the dreary sky,  the unrelenting drizzle,
even the squirrels aren’t to be seen.
a day to stay dry,  a day to regard the world,
as drops trickle down the window pane.
outside the world is gray.

inside the lamps are lit
            cheerful           color.
I gather, with corn meal,
the fixings to bake golden bread,
the homey bouquet wafts through the room.

maybe I’ll make a bowl in shades of red
from paper and  paste.


I miss the sun
                 yet the dull day
has its place
                   for nature
                                   for me.