A lesser day

Before the day devolves

to winter evening’s sodden dark,

before the sun withdraws

and dusk and rain take over,

let its singularity and freshness make their mark,

let me take in all they have to offer

And let me not forget

the simple happiness 

of a place to be,

a place with warmth, 

a place with windows,

a place with everything I need

Though unmomentous,

this is not a lesser day,

though unpretentious,

it is still enough. 

©Wendy Mulhern

January 26, 2020