One of Those Mornings

I wake up to a rainy blasé day
staring at the same gloomy walls
I sweated hard dreams into my blanket
Outside gray swirls cover gentle slopes
I see no trace of blossoming flowers
The moment waking has been a pure wash

I get up and put clothes into the wash
And would like to lay down all the dam day
I close my eyes and dream about spring flowers
Lift myself above these fast closing walls
But you know all this is a slippery slopes
The weather will not lift this thick blanket

I cant spend ,y life under these blankets
Unless forced nothing come out in the wash
Today I want to walk a mountain slope
Let feet trudge through clay in this rainy day
And send echoes off the rusty cliff walls
As I day dream in meadows of flowers

I love to watch burgeoning April flowers
Swaying just after a rainy blanket
Lifts from a rain that fell like a thick wall
Though somehow the lilies serviette wash
Now sunrays shine to show a clear day
Flower pollen swirls free from the slopes.

I have lost myself upon those same slopes
Dreamed deep dreams napping among the flowers
In the  month of may on a warm cool day
Our bodies spread out upon a blanket
But today all my dreams seem like a wash
I am suffocating within these turgid walls

This slough of despond has become a wall
Preventing me from walking lovely slopes
Like clothes caught upon the cycle of wash
Like winter prevents the blossom of flowers
I wrap myself up in this woo blanket
And I pray for an end to this gray day.

A wall of rain has drowned my flowers
On the slopes where I once spread my blanket
Everything’s a wash on this blasé day.