A winter of discontent
has given way to spring's
warmer shafts of light
piercing into places too long
darkened by past sorrows.
A sunny eye
turns with moist life
to softly touch dry spots,
to unfurl this soul's beauty
slowly,
so slowly
deftly,
and to cup a delicate reality
gently,
so gently,
and turn it to the light.
© 2007 ElenaMarie
