On a Gloomy Spring Day
It was a gray day –
gray sky, gray dreams.
Rolling fog came pushing
it’s way across the ground
masquerading as a goblin,
and I looked for a safe
place, a hidey hole.
Hope hung limply,
like a worn out chemise,
until a small trumpeter
with a black cap chirped
notes of promise into the air.
Aw, great use of the prompt words – and a lovely spring moment. I like the movement from gray and drab to that little hopeful trumpeter. Thank you for joining in.
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Great ending to the gloomy spring day!
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We did have a gloomy, rainy day that ended with some sunshine.
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Sometimes such little things can turn the whole day around! 🙂
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Good use of prompt words for positivity…
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This is absolutely stellar writing, Candy! ❤️❤️
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Thank you ❣️
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Love this, Candace! Very creative.
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Thanks 😊
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