first monthA Poem by Sarah KhalilThis is possibly the least appropriate poem to be posted at the beginning of summer. It was written, of course, in January.I have yet to know many a first month once on its way that doesn’t shroud the World in gray
Gray all the places! My stockings, woolly caps Drawn and tired faces.
All the red life left on last month’s tree Dumped, else still dawdling on the balcony eleven months too soon.
Gray in the souls like those ghastly ghouls you see in cartoons but paler
pale like weary, worn, so sleepy slowing, so lethargic is my inside right inside,
a heater glowing red to keep me breathing while rain is gray enough for snow miles gone Drifting from gray, I’ll sleep like a cloud
I’ll lift my languorous, and my life will be and life will be Spring.
January 11, 2012 © 2013 Sarah KhalilAuthor's Note
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