Some Brightness

The sun has lost some brightness, on the wane
Since early in the morning, when a cloud
Passed overhead. I smiled; I wasn't cowed
By intimations of incessant pain
And early dusk, or dark, or freezing rain,
Or poets who are bloody but unbowed
(I am the master of reading aloud):
There will be light, through yonder window pane.

I know now, looking from my balcony,
That every flower, every blowing seed
That brings us just one more unwanted weed,
Each patch of yellow moss, and every tree
That wants its fix of chlorophyll can see,
As I do, there's as much light as we need.