The day opens gray, streetlights opaque, dormant and superfluous. What I wouldn’t give for smile from something considered beautiful. A crow dips a wing into my cup of tea. Early Grey for me, Obsidian for him. Rain falls in wheezy bursts of staccato that are punctual enough to keep me melancholy. Cars roar through the atmosphere. Fogs roll across the dark wooded hills west of the city, scouring like eyes and firmly rooted in mystery. The buds on trees are days from opening, watching the sky with the rest of us.
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers–
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours–
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
The love of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!