Thankful the day’s about to end ─
goodbye to pain and irritation
farewell to cold precipitation
deplored in May, when leaves,
new grown, pretend
I thank the Lord the day is come
to banish restless night
with lingering mist soon to succumb
to meagre sunshine, not so bright
bringing illusion of summer.
This is Abbrah’s final prompt as host at the poets’ pub dVerse. She asks us to write a farewell regretted poem, and we do regret saying goodby to her; while at Poetic Bloomings they ask for an Aubade, a dawn poem. I have combined the two.
I’ve straightened the spire sunset pic umpteen times, but each time it goes back to leaning to the left. Perhaps when it was replaced after the hurricane of Christmas 1999 it decided to lean to remind us of that calamitous night. Or perhaps it’s my own inability to use the software properly, as the sunrise pic is also sloping. The spire was taken from our kitchen window at the front and the sunrise from our patio.
PS Neil Reid very kindly straightened the pictures for me. Thank you, Neil.