~
under a rare pale grey,
sky, so thin it appears
translucent, we scurry
about our deliberations,
its feeble pallor cast
meekly down upon us,
like the oceans, we too
reflect the colour of the
sky, taking our moods
and mindset from its
random offerings,
on this ambivalent day
we shy away from levity
knit our brows and
procrastinate, hoping
something will turn up,
surely there will be
better days ahead
*
© Graham R Sherwood 10/25
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