sunny days are fine and dandy
for times of toil and strain
but for days of labors' ease
I love the Sundays of rain
Can't work on those soggy days
it's too wet, what's the use
so to rest the weary self
One has the perfect excuse
Sundays that are sunny
seem somehow a little wrong
they're busy and hectic like workdays
we should be singing a quieter song
And on this business of naming
I'll digress a bit if I may
if it's inclement on the Sabbath
why do we call them Sun day?
but then, what shall I call them
these Sundays of moisty dark gray?
my never-poetic-except-once dad
dubbed them, nicely, a soft day
I had a shadow colored cat
she was invisible in soft day rain
and she only reappeared
when the sun day came again
my sweet soft day cat
by the name of Misty Blue
in her little coat of fog
camouflaged by cloud and dew
foggy dew cat went to heaven
as so many dear pets do
my dad is there with her
now I have folks and cats anew
My now people love soft days too
from the tallest to the small
to wonder talk on a wander walk
might be our favoritest time of all
down drizzly dunewood trails
with notes of sand, fir and pine
we're tented from the rain
in our evergreen tree shrine
Soft days are also for read-alouds
such as Paddle to the Sea
around an old Formica table
with a gallon of pickles for tea
Or in dank cellar with chocolate chips
reading Sherlock Holmes Devil's Foot
not sure if they'd lost the plot
or if the point of reading it was moot
When on pausing to inquire Re: above
four saucer eyes and O-mouths agreed
though each was terrified witless
the children demanded "MOM READ!"
Such are my soft day memories
of dills and tramps of many a mile
stories in our shabby-happy home
when time kindly halts for us a awhile
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