By the Light of a Gray Day

By the Light of a Gray Day

Comfort in small things

A blanket folded, ready

Lamplight showing golden through

A translucent black shade

Old copper cooking instruments

Set on the wall

Stacks of books here and there,

Which should be smaller

Burnished parts of furniture,

Others left alone

Muted colors and some bold

Rounded shapes and just a few

Right angles

Yes, it’s in the room

Everything that gladdens without telling

A hymn that plays beneath

Unruly thoughts and actions

All above

Small art here and there

A hope for more

C L Couch

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Saksun, Faroe Islands

Saksun Church, Nordic Church

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I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing spiritual and occasional verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.

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February 13, 2020

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By the Light of a Gray Day, comfort, poem, small, small things

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