|"A Beautiful Day", oil, by Susan Cox|
He said, “Great job on this day,
dear sun! And good work,
you humorous winds
that gave my shirt a shake
every so often! And way
to go, sticks in the grass,
staying in your perfect positions!
And congratulations, light-winged
little birds that belong everywhere
on a day like this! And
you did it, worries, you wailed
and screamed in the softest way
and then went away all alone!
And attaboy, you bright lights
in some of the words I spoke!
And attagirl, you gifts
given to me moment after moment,
in the millions!”
He threw a few more words
in the air in praise and appreciation,
and then prepared his supper.