with sun and blue sky,
I remember days of rain.
Only bright colors could vanquish
that unrelenting gray.
Here, close to mountains,
once a volcanic belly,
a city spreads out under the sun.
Even when it rains,
Even when it rains,
the sun appears at least once a day,
keeping a promise,
even when the snow falls too early,
keeping a promise,
even when the snow falls too early,
even when it rains,
even if I feel gray.
Lincoln Park, August 2020
Blue skies and sunshine are important. I never realised this until last summer when the sky was dark everyday with bush fire smoke and we had to keep the windows closed.When the gloom overtakes us we must think a little sunshine...I know..easier said than done Hey anyway we're champs!....look at us writing all these poems:)
ReplyDeleteOh, I LOVE this poem. It is so easy to get down being shut in, especially in the summer when smoke closes around you, and it is AMAZING when the sun breaks through and you can get outside when the air is safe how much better you feel. Stellar writing as usual my friend!
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