This is a bit of a ramble.
I think perhaps there were too many pauses between writing lines without thinking about what I was writing. Oh well.

I hope you enjoy.

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Cold is the day
With no reprieve in sight
Clouds spread out
expressing a bright dullness
Consuming the expanse above
And keeping the cold closer
Leaving the day to feel bleak
And slow, and sluggish and dry
Teasing an impending storm
That will not arrive
Keeping the mood held
As low as the cold
Though both may pass
Through time’s flow
And movement may loosen
Through weather’s change
Though until then
This now shall be lived