Onslaught
The rain has stopped
But I am saddened by the sudden,brilliant onslaught of sunshine,
Although the apple trees,drenched and dripping
In the steaming orchard,
Glisten in almost painful beauty.
The rain was comforting while it lasted
It suited my gray mood,
For I was caught up in reveries of blue yesterdays
And I traveled into the nether lands of despair
Where regret and sorrow dwell.
But now the sun touches every corner of the landscape,
Banishes melancholy
And will not be cast aside.
Gold dances on the perimeter of darkness
And hope most sweetly is restored.
Copyright © Frank Desena | Year Posted 2009
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