Hey there! It’s a damp, grey afternoon in my little corner of the PNW, though that’s nothing new, considering that it’s January. I’m sitting in my room enjoying the combination of the fresh, rain-swept breeze blowing in through my open window and the warm air blasting out of my heating unit – it’s a good time 😀
Today I’m sharing a poem with you that feels rather applicable – at least it feels that way to me. Something about the combination of grey skies and a shaky, ever-shouting world seems very hard to bear some days. This poem is a response to many of those emotions that have been swirling in my heart recently. I hope it speaks to you. 🙂
“The world is too much with us.”
At least that’s what I tell myself
when afternoon drags itself in grey and muddy
with bruises and news headlines that promise a new
screaming match, tomorrow morning:
7 o’ clock sharp,
ringing through marble halls and into our kitchens.
And so, I shut off the radio,
barricade my heart with a cup of
Earl Grey and let the grey sky
just simply be, let the ravens wheel
above the battlefields, let the
wind croon in the bare branches
bowing outside my window,
let bergamot remind me that
sometimes grey is beautiful too.
Well, that’s all I have for you today. Thanks for reading! 🙂
I’d love to hear from you if you have any thoughts or comments. Did this resonate with you the way it resonated for me? Bonus points: which romantic poet did I reference in this poem?