Someone asked if I am sad these days;
Well, every planet in his season takes on hues of gloom,
And even so, while I have moons to tend, all too soon
My Sun’s day is over and Moons’ day sways as they all walk away
Without a “By your leave!” for yet another week.
And I suspect there’re dawns enough and dusks in what I write
For Tuesday’s struggles in the flight of simple allegories from the last night’s
Day to blast through Wednesday’s pride and Thursday’s prejudice to sleek
And curious rides across those graceless skies to Friday’s constant aim
To put another world between the fire here below and light above
And consecrate some fading vision’s yields to fielding fruits of love
Beneath His gaze. And, yes! I’ll make some crude remark while I remain
Here between earthly clouds, my ceilings and cosmic sods, my floors
As I run daily the gauntlet of a startled sleeping spider through bananas,
Three Most Jealous Goddesses and golden apples rotten to the core.
…painting by 12GO from deviantART…