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A day of wet grey wind
Lights peeping through rain;
Glove weather, scarf weather
Broken umbrella weather.
Shivering quietly in the din of rain.
Night barely rises and then falls again,
And earth mirrors wetly
The bright darkness above.
Today’s dark pivot is the pause
Before jumping off; the moment
Like all days, when
Feet poised, toes gripping the rock
You brace above the infinite sea.
It’s hard to believe, caught
In slow-moving traffic and
Pummelling rain; everyday
Is the pivot, is choosing, leaping.
But even at the darkest
In the irredeemable grey
Even on the coldest day
The wheel still turns.
That far-off summer sea may be
Invisible now; but still
The year turns, and makes new.
So breach those bleak
Black puddles, take the jump;
Leap in the dark and lift away.
A poem for midwinter; posted a couple of days late, but better late than never. Miserable weather we're having but not unexpected at this time of year!
