(1st week April 2020)

Quiet Acuity

Briskly the day has walked
across the room to that door
The world is all distracted
and do not know what's in store

The light peeks through the shade
drawn to my own heart's dismay
and yet if warmth is any sign
Spring cannot be that far behind

Spread a fan of pinions
over the table where time is set
and ruffle every feather loose
until luck has assured this bet

For a measure of ingenuity
wrought in quiet acuity
can dare in its hope to create
a tomorrow that shall not be late