Dear Little Day

 We are sincerely hoping this day is holding rain. We have had only a few drops since the seeds went into the ground!

Dear little day, just beginning

What do you hold in your hands?

Will it be flowers or sorrow

Spilling their tears on time’s sands?

Dear little day barely breathing

Artist of bustle and rush

What are the colors bequeathing

Memories poised on your brush

Dear little day never witnessed

Or handled or held before

What are the pictures you’ll scatter

At dusk, on living room’s floor

Dear little day, soft you offer

‘never-again’ charges to keep

For when you slip from Time’s favor

You will not wake from your sleep

© Janet Martin