By Bobbi Sinha-Morey
Artwork by Susan Peters
Before I awakened in
the dawning light of my
garden cerulean petals melted
in the palm of my hand, and
the last few drops of an
early morning rain fell on
my skin, my eyes opening
to a brighter, better day when
not too long ago a dark wind
had swept in and I’d envied
the heavens for hiding behind
their clouds wrapped forever
in glowing energy. In my
garden culled by my own
hands I’d poured all my love,
even when skies were grey
and the maples would fight
the evening wind just to keep
some of their leaves. I’d prayed
for a kind spirit to touch my
life, to see the snowberry
flower, unleash its beauty I’d
rush to see; and, given a thread
of hope, I could imagine a
dandelion brightening up
empurpled blackberry leaves.
In this day’s aura of rainbow
light it’s worth all my senses
opening up, coming alive.