The sun unleashed its radiant heat
Reminding me it was still there,
Still very much alive
A diamond gilded tiara worn by her, proudly from on high
The crown of glory beams from her home
A cerulean azure sky
Though every shade and hue of gold
Is cast down from above
There remains residual cold
From a time not that long ago
And just because the sun may shine
I cannot find my way
Just yet
For I am stalled and stuck
And a little left behind
Still lingering in a winter of the soul.
But I am hopeful
And aware of grace
They never left
Neither of these two
Both mercifully
Remain, a blanket, a covering
Attend me even now
And patiently they wait for me
Call me to come out and play
They’ve gone ahead to melt the ice and snow
And promise to return
To warm my heart one day
Thaw out
These places that remain
Frozen
A little dark and cold
The sun unleashed
Its power today
And I know Hope will lead me
Into Spring
Where new life regenerates
Erupts, painting everything in every hue and shade of green
And we’ll forget
The cold and dark
No memory of this season
We’ll leave it all behind
And thank the unleashed lioness
The day the wild and fiercely glorious
Sun, she could not
Not shine.
Love your poetry.
That weak February sky…
It brightens the eye even if it can’t warm my head.
I still am thankful every time it comes out and am waiting with much expectation for the full glory of Spring.
Cheers,
Leah