This morning is golden.
After venting all night
The sky smiles on me
And every tree reflects joy.
For this short time, I am truly myself –
Full of peace; alone.
This is a grey morning, and the rain is hard;
My eyes are colourless.
Everything in me is slower than usual.
I try to remember blue skies
This morning, and the one before
And the one before
Is heavy and unhopeful.
The sun has hidden itself from me
So I surround myself with walls.
It rains indoors.