02-24-2016, 06:55 AM
Vampire Day
The sky’s a rumpled blanket,
sun shines from, not through
a nacreous, dove-wing underlay.
Nervous juncos, chickadees
glance everywhere about
light but oppressive stillness,
tentative, not quite afraid.
It’s Groundhog Day according to
the missing sun and its
enmeshing, human calendar.
Poor groundhog! On a sky-glow day like this,
no-one, no tree,
not Washington’s Monument
or the Taj Mahal could show a shadow.
Vampires can walk abroad, reveling
amazed by a sunless day,
its sky like loosely-pleated silk
of their caskets’ linings.
A day without shadows is like... um, a busted simile?
The sky’s a rumpled blanket,
sun shines from, not through
a nacreous, dove-wing underlay.
Nervous juncos, chickadees
glance everywhere about
light but oppressive stillness,
tentative, not quite afraid.
It’s Groundhog Day according to
the missing sun and its
enmeshing, human calendar.
Poor groundhog! On a sky-glow day like this,
no-one, no tree,
not Washington’s Monument
or the Taj Mahal could show a shadow.
Vampires can walk abroad, reveling
amazed by a sunless day,
its sky like loosely-pleated silk
of their caskets’ linings.
A day without shadows is like... um, a busted simile?
Non-practicing atheist