I was preparing my crowns of
Myrtle in anticipation
of your auspicious arrival.
But it has been raining all day.
The skies are darkened, shuttered down.
No haven for incandescence.
Dusk will simply have to stand down
without that extra thrill of light.
Perhaps our tomorrows will bend
toward the optimist’s viewpoint.
Venus will step from her clamshell,
conjoined with the coppery moon.