No. 1 this morning: the sky

this morning: the sky

was a lowering wall
of grayscale.

i stepped into mist
and drizzle

into a bonechilling
damp wind

& saw the one daffodil

the only spring herald
in my sad lawn

it seemed brave
in its dancing
to the wind’s tune,

singing its own yellow
song
into the gray

and so alone

less a herald
than a last

covenant.

----'Zann Carter 04/01/09