Bleak and darkened days
force minds to create the sunlight,
and however we in cold restraint,
from winter’s icy chill and ache,
sunshine in our minds does keep us whole.
That consoling warmth upon our face,
longing for that open sky,
and rays embody our will to bide
our time, until the sun forsakes the blues,
and we in joyous state peruse, a smile.
For winter’s weighted burden,
is a momentary whim of dark resolve,
to rest all life from growth and plea,
to still the hearts and slumber be,
in wake of new beginnings.
So imagine I will that giving light,
as sun rises high in halcyon days,
and feel each shard as it breaks from sky,
to warm my very soul, and say
here’s hope for brighter futures.
Tony DeLorger © 2016