Low Points

It isn’t bad
to have to cry
in spite of how
the sun has spun
the grass heads into gold
and wind has gently ruffled ducks
and all in all
it was a fine day

These low points
come in sometimes
like nomad clouds
that mass and gather
and move through —

They will go as silently
as they came. Either today
or tomorrow — whether
bringing rain or not.
Either the sun will melt them
or bright laughter
will chase them off.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2019

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