grey day

I'm always so happy when it's nice and grey out. I know most people like sunshine, but give me rain and snow any day. Even just overcast is better than sunshiny, in my world.

So this morning it's grey and lightly snowing, which makes me quite happy, even though I have to go to work instead of sitting at home and writing. I have a story I only work on when it's snowing out; I'm sure I've mentioned it on here before. So many of my stories I can only write in certain settings, like the pirate story I can really only work on at the beach. I think that environmental factor has a lot to do with the songs that influence my work, too.

I succeeded in getting up early this morning and writing. I hated to stop, though. I was working on the story for my dad, largely because I didn't realize it was snowing out, or I would've worked on the snow story instead. Regardless, it felt good to start making time for my creativity again.

There's something about this morning that feels so much like the morning I wrote 'San Felipe aubade'. An aubade is a poem you write for your lover upon waking with them. It's a lovely type of poem - not surprisingly, it originated in France. This one happens to rhyme, but I like the fact that there are no real structural requirements for this form, just the quality of waking with your lover. I wrote this years ago when we were down in this little seaside town in Mexico, in a tiny little cabana on the beach.

San Felipe aubade

Sleep we here awhile, love,
the thunder low and long
rumbles ‘cross the morning
like a half-forgotten song

you pull me closer, love
although you slumber on
your arm an anchor ‘cross me
as wave and thunder thrum

the sea sings to the sky, love
white clouds blanket round
December rain washes waves
holding the patient ground

the sea recalls the words, love
the thunder lows the song
the morning drowses lazily
sleep we sweet and long