Wednesday, January 11, 2017

WINTER SUN



The winter sun is rising.
Releasing its stored energy.
Cracking the frozen ground wide open.
Creating a dark hole.
A hole reaching down
into emptiness.
No lights.
No sounds.
Only nothingness.
The sun feels good
on my face.
The snow feels less cold
and forbidding.
The light is calling me
away from the darkness.
I will listen to it.
I will go toward it.
Away from the gaping hole
and empty dreams.
To the light of a new day.
Good morning world.