As it wakes
Cops attitude
Its warmth a blank stare
Shine selfishly tucked
Behind its frown
When the morning air is catty
Picks a fight with you
Pimp-slaps your face
With its icy breath
Before you've even
Negotiated with yourself
About how many more
Snooze-button taps
There will be
Before you'll have the capacity
To untangle yourself
From the all-night caress
Of your covers
When yesterday's balmy breeze
Is now a gale
In the throes of tantrum
Assailing trees
Fracturing branches
Hurling leaves
Flinging dust
When the clouds are murky
Heavy
Weak as a tattered bladder
And their untimely incontinence
Puts a damper
On your carefully thought-out
Wardrobe selection—
The one the weatherman said
Today would be perfect for—
Remember:
The day is still yours
For the winning
Resilience has extended its hand
Hopes you'll take it
And unleash its power
Your favorite activities
Still await
Your enthusiastic participation
Loved ones
Anticipate your wit and cheer
Smiles and encouragement
Unmet goals
Anxiously predict
Your continued fight
For their achievement
So no matter
What side of the bed
Mother Nature wakes up on
Don't let that
Impede the control
You have over your fulfillment
Don't forget
That you're not
At Her mercy
She's allowed
To start the day
Throwing shade
And you're allowed
To make light of it
©2018 Charlene E. Green
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