There is so much goodness
In a warm sunny afternoon on winters ebb.
Its warmth caresses my aching joints
And eases too, my hearts grief-
Not that the grief is gone-
But a cold dreary winters day
Reflects my grief
Back on itself, a sad and tarnished mirror.
A sunny February afternoon,
When the promise of spring looks to be real
(A promise made that will be kept not broken)
It whispers to me that this is life-
That my father died after the winter,
That my mother died after the winter,
That I may die after a winter,
And then my children and their children
Will each die.
Maybe on a soft spring day,
But each February there will be a warm afternoon,
solitary and splendid.
And life will seem easier somehow
And the heart lighter.
And that will be enough
Until April comes.
There is rest in this, the cycle of life difficult to accept, but here a peace.
I find hope in this. The cycle of life, difficult to accept, but here seems to be at rest. I remember your back yard.
Absolutely lovely ❤
Beautiful and true. Wishing you much sun this February!