It isn’t bad
to have to cry
in spite of how
the sun has spun
the grass heads into gold
and wind has gently ruffled ducks
and all in all
it was a fine day
These low points
come in sometimes
like nomad clouds
that mass and gather
and move through —
They will go as silently
as they came. Either today
or tomorrow — whether
bringing rain or not.
Either the sun will melt them
or bright laughter
will chase them off.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2019
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