It isn't just the slowing cold
or the boring viruses,
it's the day long gloom
that so lowers the spirits.
So when the sun came out
only to drop straight down,
like a white stone in a murky pond
I tried to fish it back up.
It slipped through my fingers.
It always does.
Suitably somnolent sounds
coming from the next bedroom.
I really enjoy your photos and word image. Pretty hard to gather a few UV rays this time of year.
ReplyDeleteI love that tiley place, with the boat.
ReplyDeleteSo welcome is the light when it comes ... your words say it well.
ReplyDeleteWishing you all a quick return to health and sunshine that stays for a while.
ReplyDeleteFriends returned last night from a trip to the Arctic Circle; they hadn't realised, they said, that the nearest they would get to daylight was about an hour and a half daily of deepest dusk..... all the rest was darkest night. They also understood why people in such places would turn to drink!
ReplyDeleteWishing I could send you some of our healing sun, I would package it if I could, but as you said it slips through fingers.
ReplyDeleteYour photos capture your world.
Your post - so beautifully done - reminds me just why I forsook my dear motherland for the sunshine and warmth of an exotic fatherland:
ReplyDeleteThose never-ending, gloom-filled winters...
You and your men must visit!
None savor the sun so sweetly as those who are bereft of it.
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