NaPoWriMo – Day Eight

Rainy and sunny. Another spring in New England Day. Daffodils and cold. Like many, I’m having to work at the big question: what day is it?

Outside, it’s raining
and so I go, so
my whole face is wet.
My shoulders ache
they pull me over, down
and I am just —
I am the rain
bent over a cold ground.
Later when it clears
an hour or two to wonder,
why is this so hard,
why is this so beautiful?
Standing in the sky’s
presence with clouds,
In this gentle courtyard,
I ask my questions,
the ones at my feet.
The horizon whispers
what of tomorrow?

From the Quote Box:

I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor. — Henry David Thoreau