It’s a Cold, Dreary Day

Destination Nowhere

It’s a cold, dreary day

When we were all ready for spring

The dark clouds hide the sun’s rays

The sunrise is muted, lost colors do not bring

A heartening glory for The Universe to sing

But the softness of misty morns

Can still keep you warm

Linger by the fire, no urgency to do anything

Tranquility and peace in the chill of spring

The water laps in comforting waves

Pink horizon high above will save the day

You can spend your time in any way

With no reason for hurry or haste

A cold, dreary day does not waste

The dreams in your mind on which you may dwell

The quiet reflection and gray seclusion, you can never tell

The wondrous bounty it will bring in healing the soul

A cold, dreary day to manifest a fitting new role

To cherish all things that enrich, rather than control.

by Deborah A. Bowman 




8 thoughts on “It’s a Cold, Dreary Day

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