Friday, January 24, 2014

One More Day (Poem 297)

One more day of sunshine 
on the Sound, of empty-minded 
wanderings, of crossing 
lawns too damp for dreaming 
on, deep glades of kelp that 
wave below the surface 
of the bay, so cold, always 
so cold...

One more day of cedars 
in the fog, black and gray, 
where color used to live, 
a robin and a crow assess 
the day (no scarlet cardinals sing 
on these limbs), remembering 
the silky light of June, 
a profusion of pastel foxgloves 
in her arms, gathered in a 
quiet roadside field, 
making even strangers feel 
at home, until the rains return 
and summer's gone.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six