I woke in time to see morning
smile, brush away clouds
that seem adamant
to let the soul step out from
dreary dark.

What strange realization
is this, that sweeps through
heart fields and floods
unconscious breath.

Resentment is a burden
that weighs down restful mind,
like wind that knows not
difference from waving grass
and infecund land.

I am sunshine when the sky
is grey,
I don’t care how harsh
and
obdurate your soul is,
even the coldest heart melts
when kindness seeps in.
Let the chips fall where they may.

 

Photo credits: Morning ~ Clarence White 1906

Posted for ‘Camera Flash’ @ Real Toads

and on ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United

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