Poets Corner: The Blond day


The Blond Day

The Blond Day came leaping over the fence

and danced between the orange-gold leaves

and yellow-blue sky —

bleaching my mind FREE of clouds

and drenching away the darkness

from all of the caves —

It took me on a summer walk beside the sky

and showed me horizons blazing bright,

a billion sunsets,

all sunrises singing in a chorus,

purifying my being,

cleansing and washing —

gathering in all of the light,

throwing it to me,

like the balloon I caught

at the beach last July —

Jo Scotford Rice

Jo Scotford Rice moved to Martha’s Vineyard with her family during the winter of 1965. She has kept a daily journal and written poetry since age 10.