The Grey Day of No Light
Updated: May 2
The sun never came out,
Not even once,
No patch or even slice of blue
Sky ever appeared at all.
As the temperature rose,
Big mounds of snow slowly
Receded into mud and
What might be or might have
Been green.
Here we know that weather
Is the most important event.
The two ducks fly low and fast
Against the steel flint of sky,
Pocketed above the hills
And dark flowing river,
tumbling and frothing against
the ubiquitous rocks.
They fly with the wind,
Sending a warning
Of what is coming.
They are mated for life
And never hate each other,
Working ceaselessly
Together as one.
We wait as the trees blow
Against the grey sky,
Dark clouds shifting.
All is moving yet nothing changes.
Is it a day of justice?
Will truth appear in this
Dense mist of green light?
Soon we will know.
The rain spits against
The windows
As the long, grey day
Of cold, wet spring
Dives into darkness.
Regina Trailweaver
4/30/23
