Admonition

The sun, going down in a riot of color,
belies the dreariness of this weary day.
How can the clouds betray me with
a sudden burst of joy? All day
they were content with grey--and now
this outburst.
There was nothing in the day to merit
such a get-up; no cause
for wild bursts of joy; no excuse
for out-of-season gladness.
I was content to let the sunlight pass
in weary contemplation. But these
unruly clouds have upset my thoughts
with their joyful shouting; all this
reverberating color
rebukes me into praise.

I was sure the day was coming
to a gentle, silent stop;
but the sky has forced a humble
exclamation-mark upon it.