Taken by
every falling morning.
Grey skies
conceal the blue.
Songbirds
hide in silence,
leaving the sky
full of gull’s cries.
These are
great escape days,
where it’s okay
for the mind
to walk away.
No one wants
to be insane
in summertime,
but on these
rainy days in spring,
there are no rules
as to where
thoughts can go.
Let them roam.
Adventure awaits
somewhere out there
in that slate-grey day.
They’ll return
with tales to tell,
if we first
let them out.
HG – 2022
