Pond

Opening the eyes, sunshine shone

A universe in front of the face.

Fumbled with legs, now a pebbled

Road laid ahead, beckoning a

Journey.

Birds of wit and swiftness blissfully

Sang, winds breezed sweet scent.

Fogs of the dark tumble had passed

Albeit scars remain, warmth is welcomed

Alas, we move on.

4.16.2019