Written by: Cyndi MacMillan

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