Melancholy

Easily awakened
by an uninvited thought.
Found in
the steady drizzle of
a gray day.
An unbidden companion
awaiting your
arrival come evening’s
half-light.
Sometimes discovered
in the tolling
of a distant church bell.
Its ghostly
artifact evinced by old
photographs
depicting youthful days.
A light sleeper,
there is no tip-toeing
around it.
An unforeseen guest,
melancholy
is sure to arise when
least wanted.