Thursday, February 22, 2007

Poem for Neil






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

1 comment:

Neil said...

Very beautiful!