Misty Monday Morning

Yes, it's Monday. Is it blue?
The earth around us all in disarray.
Can tiny flakes, subtly joining rain,
extinguish the fever of the day?

So much delay, discouragement,
plans for progress, pleasure, poetry, forlorn;
in the atmosphere of mood's descent,
can the tender child of peace be born?

Oh, Monday, may the passing week relay,
the product of the effort we exert,
the lifting dawn, the breaking of the day,
dancing feet and lively, swirling skirt.

The stormy world around with all its need,
nations in cooperation and discord,
thunder, lightning, spirit and in deed,
a new week, new day, problem and reward.

Monday, April, springtime, gray and blue,
we welcome sunshine in its brightening sky.
The unseen, creeping enemy in view,
while hope and love and faith stand by.