Grayed inside, the gray day matched
my mien. Sooty clouds drained vitality
from the Earth, itself, and I was so, so tired,
but a draft into the darkness tinkled a tinny sound
from the angel chime guarding the house,
and a squirrel, plump with intelligence, nibbled a glowing tangerine.
I knew, then, my secret heart,
like a small sun, would shine again.