Today the world is damp and bleak. I have the day to do what I want, but there’s nothing big to look forward to. My husband has been on a fishing trip since last Wednesday so today I will try to clean the house and buy a few groceries and try to enjoy the time alone. I’m often impacted by days of gray and that’s been the story of late. Today’s poem is partly found from a calendar but definitely illustrates a downcast mood I am struggling to break.

laughter bubbles
beneath rain puddles
I cannot comprehend
the joy of January
but I recall sometimes
it takes a thousand years
to learn a new language
or grow plants
that will flower into love

BE