Bright days

Bright days
Rainy days
But not gray days

I love bright, sunny days
when the sun shines
and the air is heavy with expectation
of the growth all around us
and I can feel life unfurling
and feel the possibilities.

I love rainy days
when the sun is hidden
behind sodden clouds
when the world is being washed clean
the plants are getting a drink
and the birds flit here and there
sometimes playing,
sometimes hiding out
under an overhanging branch.

I do not like gray days
days when the world hangs heavy
days when I don't feel
as though
I can breathe
days when I feel frozen
in my own indecision
days when the darkness
starts to seep in around the edges

But bright days or rainy days?
Any day.

Tags: 
Poetry
Nature

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