October Day

I wrote this poem last October. I had been (foolishly) prescribed Olanzapene, thus was forced to take an unscheduled nap in the field within which I was musing. When I awoke - somewhat bemused by my surroundings - I had a sudden burst of inspiration:

The world rolls by this sunlit

Day

With soft breeze upon the tree

Tops,

That sounds away the

Yesterday

That came rain upon the

Rocks

And many a cloud of

Grey.

Yesterday brought cold and

Wet,

With fear and woe of

Rain,

Today brought forward Sun to

Let

The breeze forget the

Pain

And with it peace be

Met.

Sun, oh Sun, don't cease to

Shine

Or perish into the

Gloom;

Let your rays exalt the

Mind,

Never leave it to its

Tomb

Nor leave its love

Behind.

What may then, the next day

Bring,

The sunlight or the

Dark?

Will the birds still softly

Sing?

Will there still exist the

Lark

When the new dawn does

Begin?

© Cecil Field

Ferdinand Lured by Ariel - Sir John Everett Millais