Just when I thought the day
had nothing left to give, I
stumbled into lengthening
shadows outside my window,
a desolation of fragments
of ice and rime, eroded
soil from heaving ground
frozen and thawed in the light
of a pale winter sun, now
fading. Waving in the cool
wind, a spot of cheerfulness
had found its way from
buried depths, bursting open,
demanding full attention
for itself, demanding it be
acknowledged, the harbinger
of more to come. It slyly
waved. I looked closer, and
I heard the distinctive laugh.
The editors of Tweetspeak Poetry are hosting a 30-Day, 30-Poem Challenge for Earth Month entitled, appropriately enough, Poetic Earth Month. Today, the featured poem is “The earth’s economy” by Ruth Mowry, and the poetry prompt is to write a poem that celebrates some element of the earth’s bountyand beginning with the line “Just when I thought the day had nothing left to give.”
