|Image: J. Hesch Used with Permission|
Another rainy day dawns,
the gray clouds heavy laden on the horizon,
they blend with the mountains:
heaven and earth indistinguishable;
our spirits are weighted down
soggy as the leaves on the apple tree,
muddied as the splash-back
on the newly planted flowers.
Once, we shrugged these days off
as we waited the sun to come,
as we surely knew it would.
The darker days seem longer now,
as I scour the sky, searching for that thin spot
where the sunbeams hide,
waiting for the final break
that lifts the clouds to dissipate.
I scan the heavens for the sign—
that rainbow—the ‘promise’
that brighter days are coming,
that there will be a reprieve…
if I can just muster the patience,
the fortitude to hang on
and, channeling the child I was so long ago,
look beyond the clouds and believe.
© Ginny Brannan 2017