#20
The light is new.
It shines out, onto and through everything-
It glimmers pink and red
bending at sharp angles showing off and whispering
about love, love, love.
The light is soothing.
It cradles and holds the
goodness in close and rocks
from side to side.
The light is understanding,
stretching and contracting
to make room for growth
and mistakes.
The light is vital. Take it in.
Let it do its work.
Another late one but it’s here. Just a few days left. I’m determined to finish poetry month with 30 poems!
