Today my feet are somewhat

of heavy  soles

And my eyes are somewhat

of leaden lids.

And it does not help at all

that the sky’s all a-gloomy

and my sniffer’s all a-stuffy

so I wrestle the dense air with a scowl.

But then you breeze through

with words that walk on air

with light and springy gait

that paint sunshine on my face.

There you are, my angel,

persevering in your mission –

spreading flowers and rainbows

and conquering the  shadows.