Out of Darkness
A new day beckons.
The darkness of winter splits like the oak shattered by lightening.
Beneath winter’s grasp spring awaits liberation.
Arise.
The shroud is torn.
A patchwork of vibrant colors emerges,
Verdant foliage draped by soft violet pastels of wisteria.
Arise.
The fever breaks.
Airy breezes sweep away winter’s plague.
Warm rains remove the hovering fog of despair.
Arise.
Cleansing waters await.
Spirits soar like an eagle riding a thermal.
Below the earth, a canvas of hope and renewal.
Arise.
Better days approach.
Mourn the fallen, celebrate the brave.
Revel in the fresh tapestry that comforts.
Arise.
by Jan Rider
4/7/2020
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