dear joy

 

Visit often

Unannounced or planned

Tap on our doors and windows

With your spring step & top       hat

Remind us of blue sky

When the day is fiddled-grey & fog-spun

Or calm walk     by the lake      shore

when ticking clock is mad         spin-wheel

Gather our pettiness

Along with the fallen yellow      leaves

We will find you,        a glass stone

To treasure along with our bowl of     half-

missing & lost things

Brush us tingling as   warm    towel

On a cold day, lifting      us with

silver wings              & cries of          gladness

Unmeasured, we          glide

above stiff-brown trees,           singing

Posted for dVerse Poets:  Poetics - Choose Joy, hosted by Merril D.Smith.

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