Monday, January 15, 2007

#267: January 15, 2007

I want to think of something nice today:
of warm spring days with flowers in the breeze
and blossoms stuck like sequins on the trees
that rain white petals earthward as they sway;

Of sunshine warm as honey and as bright,
that strews each speaking stream with flecks of gold;
those days of growth when nothing's very old
and always hours to go before the night.

For now the morning sky is cold and gray;
the pines trap vapors in their canopies
and harsh, odorless winds set birds to flight.
Bare oak limbs rattle, threatening a freeze,
and rain streaks every window like a blight,
and sunny thoughts can't keep the chill at bay.

4 comments:

Sonnet Boy said...

Don't know what it's like where you are, but here in Little Rock it's been raining for days, and it's starting to get me down. Obviously. :)

middleclasstool said...

The world right now is a big soggy sock. Well, except today it's a big soggy sock that got left out on the stoop last night and froze and so now it can stand on its own and the thought of putting it on even after thawing it out and washing it just really kind of creeps you out, I mean there's something about wearing clothes left out in the rain and the muck that just seems wrong somehow, like they've been tainted or something and so you want to go buy some new socks but it's too cold and wet outside and so you just stay in and read. Like that.

mrs. tool said...

Hey, our daffodils are starting to come up. That's hopeful, right?...

Sonnet Boy said...

If you ignore the hard freeze, sure... :)