One More Day (Poem 297)

One more day of sunshine 

on the Sound, of empty-minded 

wanderings, of crossing 

lawns too damp for dreaming 

on, deep glades of kelp that 

wave below the surface 

of the bay, so cold, always 

so cold...

One more day of cedars 

in the fog, black and gray, 

where color used to live, 

a robin and a crow assess 

the day (no scarlet cardinals sing 

on these limbs), remembering 

the silky light of June, 

a profusion of pastel foxgloves 

in her arms, gathered in a 

quiet roadside field, 

making even strangers feel 

at home, until the rains return 

and summer's gone.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six