Thinking of Australia or New Zealand

The day is cold and dark and gray
and I would hide myself away
somewhere warm and bright
and filled with sun

I am thinking of places where the sun is shining - where it is warm and this everlasting gray has turned to green and become filled with blossoms.
Oh I love the seasons - I even enjoy the snow
but this GRAY, Gray, gray
Did I say gray was one of my favorite colors?
Guess I did.

Yet cold winds blow
the air is filled
with falling ice and snow
and I am longing for the sun...

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow from "The Rainy Day"

In the midst of all this drizzle - there are bright spots arriving. Goldfinches, Pine Siskins and the Redpolls. Perhaps I can wait for another time to go to Australia or New Zealand.

Common Redpoll