Balancing Out

The streets were slightly puddled

In the early morning air.

My thoughts were dark and muddled

‘Neath the street lights’ golden glare.

 

I thought of all the hours

Stretched before me yet to fill

Then remembered new white flowers

Sprouting on my windowsill.

 

Though the day ahead was waiting

With some boredom or some stress,

There’d be coffee percolating

And some breakfast nonetheless.

 

Every negative presented

Had a plus to balance out

So my gloomy mood relented;

That’s what hope is all about.