even on my worst days – linda m. crate

the sky is
crying,
and burping up
silver moons;
and somber white lilies

no one will tell me
why the sky
is grieving
perhaps they don’t know
which death is being mourned—

i wonder where the butterflies
and honeybees have gone
now that the flowers
are coming back
to life

every day i walk to and from work
i am smelling the fragrance
of spring,
and i miss the mighty golden
guardian the sun;

for he could cut through my blinds
make me smile
remembering my life isn’t so bad
in the grand scheme of things
even on my worst days.

 

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