Dreary, dark gray storm clouds pass
Along with the dew.
A vibrant, Buttercup yellow sun appears.
It reaches across the morning sky,
To touch me, with it’s’ warming rays.
A smile brightens my gently, aging face.
I feel rejuvenated by this late, arrival,
Of our transformation into Springtime days.
Don’t forget to join in the fun of a SIWO poetry contest! 😁
Kind Regards – K