I’ve been away – physically away (and parted from the internet for a while) and mentally away since my return. The poem below probably sums it up. The picture is, of course, the Guggenheim in Bilbao, which we visited on a cold grey January day.
Grey
Cold grey
Not the crisp off-white chill of ice or snow
Not the warm grey of clouds of summer rain
A dull day
Grey
Grey thoughts
Not the frisson of grey approaching dusk
Not the warm grey sea of semi-dreaming
Dull thoughts
Grey
Grey life
No tinge of green, blue, gold, emergent spring
No warmth of summer or of autumn colours gleaming
Just grey
Grey
Grey skies
No other colour except beige dry grass
Nothing quickening the winter mind
A grey day
Jay's World 
Oh excellent, I really like this. It has the kind of drifting, disjointed feel to it that well matches the topic.
I always feel really good when you like my poems!!
I don’t think I’ve ever not liked your poems 😀
Yes but… I don’t post many of them, and when I do I’m quite startled when someone I regard as a ‘real’ poet likes them. 😀
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