The Rest of the Day

When the sun met the clouds
She drenched them in gold
"A new day" she sang
"A new way" she crooned

So few people heard her
In their early morning
putter and sput, vague
chew on early morning news
piped through the cable
and the ether and the wireless

Her chin rested on her flat palm
as she mused upon this as the
singing and drenching caused
the bouncing rays to cast a
cement fragrance on the rows
of houses across the street

The sun never laments
the ones who don't notice
Instead, she delights in the
ones that do

Lessons to be learned in
these transitions, she thought
As she rose from the table
to greet the rest of the day

Comments

[Yousei Hime]

I like how her identity is hidden until the end. A little correction: "the one who doesn't" or "the ones who don't"

Congrats on your first Monday Train post. Thank you for sharing this lovely, upbeat poem.

[Andy Sewina]

Yeah, I like this, very refreshing! I love the dialouge bit, 'She sang' 'She crooned'.

[Gordon Mason]

Liked how you used 'rest' in two meanings and the expression'cement fragrance'.