David Welch Poet Rhyme

Dreary Days

Dreary day, dreary day,
the gray hangs thick and deep;
why is it on dreary days
that I just want to sleep?

The rain’s coming steady,
rolls off of the roof steep,
fills the gutters high enough
that you could float a fleet,
drips off pine-green needles
so that the branches weep,
slicks the kitchen garden
and small herbs we shall reap,
annoys those out walking,
soaking shoes, socks, and feet,
driving most of them inside
for a dry place to meet,
but, alas, I work at home,
and though I’m feeling beat,
I get up and do the job…
There are contracts to keep.

Dreary day, dreary day,
the gray hangs thick and deep...
why is it these dreary days
just make me want to sleep?

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Jan Allison April 3, 2020 at 5:28 PM dull dark grey weather can be so depressing especially if it goes on for days so I dont blame anyone for wanting to curl up in bed and hibernate - lets bring some sunshine to soup with our poetry:-)hugs Jan x David Welch April 3, 2020 at 6:33 PM Well, it's not so much depression as the job. I quite enjoy just sleeping in on rainy weekend days because I can just say,"Screw it, it's raining out anyway. I'm going back to bed." But when you have to get up and every part of you is fighting it...ugh. Not fun.