Sunshine

With color shines my yard, The sunshine moves a pen. The times are always hard Before they're good again. The sunshine is ascending Towards my misty porch, And it will light my doorstep As if a lighted torch. But now I sink in trial, The darkness is too deep. Misfortune hits a dial: It's calling me to sleep. But sleep I will not flatter And listen to the call. The calling words will shatter, And pass along the hall. With color shines my April yard The sunshine moves a pen. The darkness seems too deep and hard Before light shines again.