Where I live we had an unusually high number of overcast days in February, which inspired the following poem. Peace to your ♥ !
Beyond a Shadow of a Doubt Titmice sing a jubilate Deo: Dear Brother Sun, who was lost, has been found. I, too, am thrilling. Praise God for shadows Appearing like miracles on the ground. Sometimes you have to make your own sunshine. Titmice with their wee bird brains carry on, Clear skies or no. La la la land. It’s fine. I carry on blah blah blah once they’re gone. One friend is sapped by sunshine, God love her. I’m happy (lol) she has gray days Of unshine and heavenly cloud cover. Live and let live. I’d die without ray days. Oh, I know I won’t suffocate—ever— No matter how low and leaden the sky. Try quelling my overcast heart, never Wholly convinced the sun isn’t a lie. Is it only me who wants a ladder Tall enough to breach the clouds? Who resents Feeling in the dark and would be gladder With a touch (okay, much) more evidence? Amen to titmice trilling on the roof, But still give me, I pray, shadows as proof. © Stephanie Malley Note: This is an example of a poetic form called a chanso.