february afternoon

February afternoon


Flecks of sunlight and shadows
are stretched out on a green mat
in harmony;

clouds have broken up and in
the stillness there is place
for everyone;

but accord doesn’t last
in the late day shadows will be longer
and sun specks will vanish;

there will the morrow though, when
sun is relentless, chases and obliterates
lingering murk;

gloom and light it seems to me
that we can’t have the one
without the other.