Let us speak
Of hope of
Newness of change
Let us see
The world as
An eternal spring
Filled with blessings
And laughter put
Away your despair
And heartache and
Sing the songs
Of joy each
Day brings new
Surprises and challenges
Embrace them like
A child running
Into your arms
The day starts
Slowly like growing
Moss on the
Northern face of
A tree slowly
Like a pot
Set to simmer
Like a snowfall
Slow and sleepy
This day starts
Like a child
Awakening from sleep
Drowsy yet excited
By days arrival
Hope springs from
The mountain of
Faith it is
A cold brook
With clear water
Dip your hand
Into it when
Feeling despair and
Let it quench
Your thirst for
All the possibilities
Tell your friends
That you have
Your happy place
The rain came
At night like
Dripping ghouls and
Goblins saturating everything
In a moist
Blanket some falling
Still I wait
Patiently like a
Bumblebee for the
First shaft of
The drying sunshine
Friends and lovers
Have shed like
The peeling of
Paint from weathered
Prairie barns fallen
The leaves of
Autumn or the
Coats of dogs
All gone now
I stare at
New beginnings like
Squinting at the
Sun after dark
Clouds passed by
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 