Poetry, An Affinity with Sheep and other poems

Grey-blues

Mist at dawn often heralds in a warm day

but today mist persists,

lifting only to reveal

over-casting grey.

The clouds briefly part to give us a hint of blue.

No shadows

No highlights

No subtle shades.

The hang-head hellebore and determined daffodil

do their best in vain, trying again

to flag colour, lift mood.

You know the blue is there

but wishing alone

won’t conjure it.

It’s suspended, waiting in the wings,

performance cancelled for today

due to an indisposition that matches mine.