A Dark Thing Inside the Day

So many want to be lifted by song and dancing,
and this morning it is easy to understand.
I write in the sound of chirping birds hidden
in the almond trees, the almonds still green
and thriving in the foliage. Up the street,
a man is hammering to make a new house as doves
continue their cooing forever. Bees humming
and high above that a brilliant clear sky.
The roses are blooming and I smell the sweetness.
Everything desirable is here already in abundance.
And the sea. The dark thing is hardly visible
in the leaves, under the sheen. We sleep easily.
So I bring no sad stories to warn the heart.
All the flowers are adult this year. The good
world gives and the white doves praise all of it.

- Linda Gregg

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3 Comments on “A Dark Thing Inside the Day”

  1. sh says:

    Such beautiful words – thanks for sharing.

    • CultFit says:

      My pleasure … If you have a free moment this weekend, might I recommend enjoying some of her other poems – they are amazing!