winter sunrise

Maybe I'm looking at the world
Through rose-colored glasses.
Or maybe that's the sunrise,
Bathing the world in wonderful winter light-
Inspiration and hope.

Sunbeams pierce the bitter cold,
Casting color over barren fields
And empty trees.
Refreshment and renewal
Of a season faded-
Possibility of a day ahead.

Most are not awake to see,
To wonder at
This lovely new perspective-
The weary land made beautiful.
And there's something almost healing,
Maybe divine,
In the winter morning sun.

yellow heart

Yellow...

What a strange color for a heart.


Everyone says it is

Bold and cheerful...


Happy.




Bright yellow sunshine

Casts a radiant light.


Bright yellow sunflowers

In a charming garden.




Yellow.


What I see is

Nostalgic and lonely...


Sad.




Fading yellow wallpaper

In an empty room.


Tiny yellow flowers

In a lonely field.




Yellow


Holds pain and beauty.

Sharp angles and soft,


A paradox.




Somewhere between blue and red;

Warm and also cold.


Somewhere between happy and sad;

Young and also old.




Dazzling and desolate,

The yellow heart.

i listened to a happy song

I listened to a happy song,

Yet sadness dripped from every note.

It accumulated in teardrops,

And oh, how they sparkled in the sunlight.

I reached out to touch them and they broke,

Spilled out their despair.

But it was a beautiful kind of despair,

The kind that you want to hold on to for a while.

Soothing, yet searing.

Filling me with warmth, yet striking me with a coldness.

For sorrow can be so lovely,

Dressed all in white.

But white can be such an empty color,

And sometimes I feel empty too.