revised poem #4 (or, "one thing at a time")

i am still struggling to feel creative lately. as such, these revisions are too slow in coming, but here is another start at it...

poem #4

1. Prologue: Mayday

There are days, even in Mays,
when winter's embrace has loosened
and the sun is still trying to return
and the neighbors are starting to burn charcoal again,
days when summer's true warmth in June, July, August,
is still too distant,
days when i'd rather be doing something,
anything but whatever i'm doing,
days when, because the darkness of winter
did not quite close the door
on its way out,
i cannot make myself lift pen or pad.

Fortunately, today was not one of those days.

Today has not been all that bad, really,
though its light was tinted by the memory
and the fear of those glooming days
looming ahead, just as behind,
if only in my mind

2. Haiku: Sunset

sunset-lit streetlights
are hard to see or obey-
yellow red or green

3. Epilogue: Sunrise

The next day, the sun is bright
and the darkened patches of blacktop
in the parking lot are shrinking
and the leaves on the oak outside my window
and the greening grass
and the concrete sidewalk across the street
are all a bit too crisp in my sight.
I rise from my bed with the sun
-a bright orange sentence's capital "T",
always leaning, gleaming toward yellow "HE"-
thinking, "Yes."

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