The Joy of a Miserable Day

The Joy of a Miserable Day

Wind rages out my window.

Leaves strip from limbs and
join sparse speckles of rain.

Temperatures waver
between
barely cold and frigid.

Cheeks blush
on
rain-slickered passers-by.

The scent of snow
teases at
possible crystal laden fun.

"What a miserable day!"
exclaims
most of my familiars.

"Where's my coat?"
I query
swinging wide my door.

Gales gust gleefully
past,
invigorating me completely.

Misery calls out
for
my joyful walking.

I dress quickly
and
rush to the blush

that immediately ensues.

— Kyle Stich, 12 November 2007