whose rays force the clouds
to sway out of the way,
evaporating into ether,
dispersing into nothing
but streams flowing
through time.
Do you remember?
innocence of old world adventure
we travelled on a dime
night of pain that delivered
dawn of beautiful beginning
bundle of potential, a little life
entrusted into ours to accelerate
expansion
Us spellbound, gaping incredulously,
through window of modest new castle
witnessing our growing grass
The poor dragon you courageously slayed
with fleas
The anguish, at times, of raising a
teen.
There’ve been clear, clean flowing breezes
blizzards, strikes of lightning, floods,
predictably, more to come.
Gratefully, I know
no storm can make you stop
pushing the sun.
(note:
Reference to the poor dragon –
After my husband quit his job due to a racist situation, our family touched the dragon of poverty. My husband bought a bunch of radios and other
stuff and sold them at the flea market.)
Submitted to: Dverse Poets and
Thoughts of Beauty in the Stillness of Dawn