soliloquy

l o n g  s i g h  l o n g  f e b r u a r y . . .

there are stars behind the clouds, blue skies behind the rain

there are sprouts beneath the mud and clean

beneath the stain of dead leaves and roses,

dry thorns and posies.

remember -

those smiles beyond these tears

and joy beyond the fears of forever gray.

there is,
right there!

bright hope on the tip of every branch
just waiting
waiting for the earth to turn ever, slowly, toward the sun.


gigi 2/16