GloPoWriMo for April 15


A bit longer one this time, inspired by the mutability of the day today.


April 15


Quicksilver day, leaden night

The minutes slip into hours

My silent prayer for greater insight

Wending its way to unseen powers


Earlier day was dappled golden-grey

The wind bent the trees from their places

The moments silently slipped quickly away

In the tumult, leaving no traces


Save for a cumulative strain

That grew with the dimming of light

A slow heaviness felt in the brain

Which yearns for relief in the night


May blessed calm succeed the storm

And every doubt let us defray

May powers that be work alchemy: transform

Leaden night to quicksilver day.