Saturday Morning

Saturday morning after a wet
week despair-wretched
sunrise commences repair
of magnanimity dressed in a
sheer smile and a chorus of
comforting birdsong

there is no retreat into last
week’s expedient illness
no wagging the censorious
exhortations to rise above and
bear a weekend’s ill favour like
a man whose duty weighs

there is only the sun’s clear call
in a bright blue of amnesty and
the raucous jeers of tree-proud
crows parochially venting good
humour in their gutturally
regional accents
© 26 July 2008, I. D. Carswell