Inner light

It rains, it rains

The rivulets run down

irregular but constant

and the sound

is soporific and insistent.

That crow outside

is definitely wet

This afternoon will grant no respite

So I need to think

of inner light

and two delightful people

who were suns for me today

lighting up the rooms

and spreading warmth

The glow has stayed —

A lavished layer of brightness

in the lining of my being

Soft as fur 

Warm as tended fire.

May 11, 2011