Gratitude
Gratitude easily enters my days, most days
She is the rain
She is the mountain
She is the green field
She is the frost
She is the walk
She is the talk
She is shelter
She is the sweetness
She is the rawness
She is the sun
She is nourishment to my soul.
Sometimes,
She is a choice to quell
Angst
Gall
Gloom
Languor
All of whom hover nigh;
A cutting word
A day without purpose
A terror robbing sleep
A lethargy indwelling
Gratitude endures,
Yes, even, embraces
Shining her light.