A Pocket of Sun

Written by: Connie Gildersleeve

Flying through gray clouds, visibility nil,
Then a pocket opens up, you feel a thrill.

A rays of sun filters it's brightness upon you.
Giving you hope that the skies will become blue.

Such a small thing, a bit of sun can spell relief.
On vacation you need sun to swim in the reef.

Standing on the sand, I'm looking up to the sky.
There are more sun rays than gray, my spirits are high.


02/02/2013
 For Seren Roberts's contest, "Shaft of Light"