Sunny Days
Grim, gray, the colors of the world are muted
As the cold gathers 'round my bones
And the old familiar aches
Reclaim the joints between them
"You belong to us", they tell me,
"We are inseparable".
But I know something they don't know.
I know soon they will retreat
Lay in wait for another such day
When their luck will be better.
I know that this morning
The sun will slip through the bars of its turbid prison
I know that this morning
A smile no less heavenly will warm me from within
I know that this old man's pains
Will decamp in that hour when love blossoms
Breaking the crust of an age of dormancy
On this, my sunniest, most glorious day.
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14 comments:
Astonishing.
Beautiful photo and wonderful words!
RennyBA's Terella
Decamp, pains. Be gone. Be well, you. And happy. Always.
brilliant verse and image!
Have I mentioned that I'm really happy for you?
love sure can be like a sunny day~
well said.
Inspiring poem recognising that the real sun of light and warmth needs to come from within!
I hear ya! WE make our own sunny days as we get older, that's for sure!
Beautiful photo and writing!
There was so much meaning behind the words...this one truly resonated. Beautifully done!
it's really wonderful what sunny days can bring!!!
Mojo you are working you "special mojo" with this piece ... add "old woman" and you know I feel the same way, especially about these old joints! Bravo!
Lovely layers, soothing sunny thoughts.
Awesome words and images. Just too lovely.
Melanie
Pablo Casals began every day by warming up his fingers on the keyboard with Bach. The stiffness evaporated.
"But I know something they don't know.
I know soon they will retreat"
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