Linda Gregg
Linda Gregg
A Dark Thing Inside the Day

So many want to be lifted by song and dancing
and this morning it is easy to understand
I write in the sound of chirping birds hidden
in the almond trees, the almond still green
and thriving in the foliage  Up the street
a man is hammering to make a new house as doves
continue their cooing forver.  Bees humming
and high above that a brililant clear sky
The roses are blooming and I smell the sweetness
Everything desirable is here already in abundance
And the sea.  THe dark thing is hardly visible
in the leaves, under the sheen.  We sleep easily
So I bring no sad stories to warn the heart
All the flowers are adult this year.  The good
world gives and the white doves praise all of it.