Making a Good Day

This seems like November:
chilly drizzle falling on a dark morning,
bare branches in soft silhouette,
matted leaves drenched in the grass,
no hint of dawn in the eastern sky,
just a vague notion of lessening darkness.

Seasons may be defined by weather
but days more by the way we wear them.
I could pull out some old mood from the closet
and wrap it around me like moss in the shadows.

But I think instead I will be glad
that I was able to rise from a bed not made of clay
and embrace the good air of this good day,
learn well from an honest mistake,
treasure the touch of a loving hand,
return understanding for some intended sleight
and be at least some bit of light
underneath an overcast sky,
a gentle reflection of a greater source.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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