Good Daylight Has Filters
I don't need the sun everyday
I need grey, I prefer rain, mist
fresh winds.
The sun is a harsh benefactor,
it coerces only to rule; demands
to be admired before it crowns itself
emperor of our every dependency.
Yet, when it is shielded
by the soft drapes of a less brazen light
we ungratefully call that -
bad weather.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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