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About This Poem
TOMORROW'S REWARDS
Change comes, regardless of squall or calamity,
opens locked horizons to possibility,
so where there was oppression, a hold opacus*,
is freed by courage, then buds the heart’s crocus
that presses through maelstroms, old clouds of mind,
to cast light at last on what we’ve struggled to find,
and a hope that was battened, the trust long on guard,
can believe once again in tomorrow’s rewards.
*Opacus clouds are dense enough to hide the sun
**This poem uses slant rhyme
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