Mercurial

Mercurial, to say the least, I wake to greet
The brilliant sun, abruptly warmed and cheered
By it. The bitter soul who went to bed has fled,
And why? My love is back. I'd been convinced
That she was gone forever. I've learned I was
Wrong. Again, I should say, as I often am.
That doesn't bother me. The sun is bright.
The day has promise. I will see her soon,
I hope, and, for some hours, I'll be happy.
Later on, I won't.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-17 at 15:56

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