envy her
Early sun
slips her hands through
the fleeing clouds
as a soggy wet world
shakes off her raindrops
of yesterday.
As I,
adrip with too many yesterdays
of weeping raindrop tears,
I watch and I envy her
she who be free
of yesterday.
I do so envy her
that sun of emergent day
always forgetting
yesterday’s storms
deserted in predawn dark,
Carrying no diary
no history of days walked
dropping that load
into each day’s sunset.
I watch and I envy her.
she who be free
of yesterday.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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