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.