now so gray
could glow like rainbow sherbet?
Who knew the snow,
so blue with cold
could pulse with fire
in the evening light?
Who knew the evergreens,
their green so soft,
could loom so blackly,
darkening this horizon?
Who knows
what changes
light and seasons bring,
what joy may follow sorrow,
and what tears may fill
the empty basin of a broken heart
until it pulses
once again
with light?
* * *
2 comments:
That shift from light to darkness. . . and "the empty basin of a broken heart" at last refilled: lovely!
I always read your poems but don't often comment. I just wanted to tell you that your writing is absolutely beautiful. :-)
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