It smells like spring,
despite the morning frost
heavy on the ground,
the air has shifted
and rich golden daffodils
burst open from the ground
their heads nodding towards
the sun, which is warm on my skin.
I pause a moment to enjoy
the feeling, the blue skies
wrapping around me, and I wonder,
is this hope, at last?
Tag: hope
The Sun Will Rise Again
Here’s what I know of this world,
that the sun will set every day
and will rise again the next.
The darkness will fade and the sun
will come out again.
That there will always be music
and singing and dancing and art
and writing. That there will be
writers and artists and creators
and people who want to make a change
and that no matter what
there will be love and kindness
somewhere to be found.
Hope is a root that keeps growing
for we are never without it
and the sun, always rises.
Many Lives
I have lived many lives.