The day is rainy miserable and cold
and this morning I feel a thousand years old,
somewhere below freezing this winter is
and I have not expected it as cold as this
but cosily among the sheets you lie,
are unperturbed by the grey-dark sky,
your smile is filled by the summer's hot sun
and with you another glorious day has begun.
© Gert Strydom
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