What will I do with this day?
Oh so full of grey
Is there any life around?
listen – is there sound?
***
Is that fragrance spring?
a twitter with a ring
blossom peaking out her head
or is all dead?
***
a mere ray of light
birds taking flight
will life re-bound?
is that green on the ground?
***
So easily does the gloom
over my life loom
no sense in this day
seems meaningless and grey
***
When all seems as loss
I measure the cost
and realize
I still have breath for this day
Photo: ” Somber Day” – L. Moon
penned in moon dust 
and that breath is enough to keep us going and looking for another…
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Hi Leslie. Nice poem. The first and last stanza also sound good in reverse line order. Have a great weekend.
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When I read your poem out loud …I sense that fragrance in the air…such an excellent poem.
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I love that a day, in any fashion, is still worth its own words.
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