Let Day Find Itself
Tony DeLorger © 2016
Jewelled green carpet awaits the light,
morning damp and clenched grey by sky,
the sun in dismay rescinds what’s meant,
to slumber far from nature’s eye.
And I arise to those rich green slopes,
glistening orbs like diamond glimmer streams,
of plumes that dress the chilled day morn,
as autumn beds for winters coming dream.
And silence bares the absent trills of feathered life,
nestled warm in nooks secure,
and stillness calm of days portending,
when winters bleak and cold remorse ensues.
And then as if to utter a single hope,
a crack in sky does spurn the dark below,
and shard of radiant light cut through,
and enliven all in promise, bestow.
For all those extremes of mothers deft hand,
no darkness can prevail without eventual light,
and as bleak as moments can find a heart,
in light pervades a new and hopeful start.
So I invite the day, in grey lackluster begin,
to search its soul for much broader scope,
and let that loving sun at least appear in hope,
with all our gifts of life and beauty.