Beneath and beginning

Mottled sunlight.
Puncheuring this face.
Hissing away the black and cold.
Into the blinding white, calling me.
Like the air after a storm.
Full of life.
The seeds within begin to rattle.
The oxygen dances in my mind.
Springtime, and thoughts of eternity.
As the flowers bloom once more in my heart.

08/02/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: flowers, heart, lightTags: alive, flowers, growth, happiness, heart, light, living, love, poem, Poetry, sun, sunshine 6 Comments