A late grey day.
What does it bring about?
Pensive mood de profundis.

Sand in the hourglass.
A running horse, falling
Millstone ponderousness.

Sinking melancholy
chased away by
a squirrel dashing by.

And there’s beauty in
these leaden clouds.
April shoures following.

A smiling promise
of a fresh light-hearted green
takes a hopeful breath.

And before nightfall
what about, what about
a glass of cooled pino grigio?

On a late grey day.
Yes, on a late grey day.
Thank God, you’re there.