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
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
Beautiful pic and poem…
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Thank you. The sky called to me in that fuzzy photo. Actually the dimness of the photo was the inspiration.
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That’s a great turnaround in viewing a cold, dreary day. ..beautiful imagery and photo 🙂
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Thank you, L.T. It was so what I was going for.
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Beautiful photo and fantastically written poem.
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Thanks so much for stopping by my site. I love to write poetry, even song lyrics, but you’ll find a variety of subjects on my blog from editing, writing, and publishing tips to book reviews, support for nonprofits, and excerpts from my own and other authors published works. I can’t wait to go check out your site!
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A cold and dreary day is a good day to write, Deborah. I really enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you, Robbie. There are just some activities that lend themselves well to a warm blanket, a hot cup of coffee, and reflection.
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