Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

How Shallow I Must Be

  
     I wake up in the morn, shiny and bright
        gray-dull outside, held over from night
     There goes my mood, sinking rapidly
        try to up-route it, no capacity

      Noontime arrives, sun peeking in
        cart away the gray that’s long-gone
      Plenty of room left in the day
        giddiness surrounds me, out I dash to play  

      The earth's alive, happy-face flowers greet me
         puddles evaporate, sidewalks smile
       Far away I gallop, beyond a country mile

      Toward eve, what’s this? ~ Crackle of lightning
         thunder booms, disappears the day’s room
      Will I make it home, shut the door tight
         in the face of the storm, desperate my plight

      And so too my mood, ever-evanescent 
         darks as night without new moon’s crescent ...
      O, fair goddess of the skies, how shallow I must be 
         my mood so tightly tethered to thee

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sara Etgen-Baker December 3, 2025 at 7:14 AM captivating read, dear Gershon. Perfectly describes my husband of late. HA

Brenda Chiri December 2, 2025 at 9:48 PM Well done Gershon! I really have missed reading your work!:) but ya know I love a good thunder storm and the rain to me it’s refreshing washing away the troubles of the day….plus hair washed in rain water feels so soft smells too fresh!:) see you got me rambling on haha! Love it? Gershon Wolf December 3, 2025 at 10:58 PM Ramblin,' eh? As for me, I take my thunder storms in the shower stall. If I took them outside, the sight of me would scare the lightning and thunder away...