Days

Some days my thoughts are just cocoons -- all cold, and dull, and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;
And other days they drift and shine -- such free and flying things!
I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.

~ Karle Wilson Baker (1878-1960)
Source: http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1385.html