A Pocket of Sun
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"
Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment