A Day Tale
She lived in a world where the mountains were her neighbors
and the sky was her kitchen floor
In order to get the chores done, she pinned on her wings in the morning
to float and sweep at the same time
She found housework to be a breeze
At night, lying in the curve of the moon, the black sky was her comforter
Tucked beneath its majesty, she felt free to roll over
with no fear of losing the covers
Daybreak found her sipping a juice glass of sunrise
Leafing through the morning clouds
In search of a good story
She liked to get up early
Before the kids
Started playing
Dripping raindrops from the sky
Hidden behind the snow-tipped mountain, fallen in a corner
She discovered a valley she’d forgotten was there
In its lush green beauty and serenity
She had a good cry
Afternoon again found her busy
writing, working and preparing for nightfall
Loving the red blue orange twilight
Taking an evening stroll on a moonbeam
And of course always conscious of the morrow
Singing in her mind
Joy comes in the morning.
Sharon Simpson Joseph (c) 1994