dark and dreary day
the miserable drizzle
turning into ice
in and out of the water
the geese don’t seem to mind much
dark and dreary day
the miserable drizzle
turning into ice
in and out of the water
the geese don’t seem to mind much
on the same corner
where the homeless panhandles
gulls hang in the wind

for all those seeking
the answers are always there
when the time is right

a hole in the clouds
a good place to drop a line
and reel in the sun
unbearably loud
voice of the inner critic
silencing the muse