Anything but a Beautiful Day

Author's Note: This is a fictional poem that I wrote as a language arts warm-up.

The sun was shining

The birds were chirping

But it was anything but a beautiful day

Unlike the blazing yellow sun

And the vibrant colored birds

I was dressed in nothing but black as I

Peered into her casket

As I did this I couldn’t help but notice

The reassuring smile that she left with

Which forced a curl from the corner of my lips

And as I took my last glance

I knew

Everything could only get better