Today I wanted to write a sad poem
but it is a beautiful day
the earth is festively colored
rich shades of purple, blue, red and pink
stretch endlessly on the earth’s surface
enthralling my eyes and thoughts.
A puff of fresh air easily flows
through the intensely colored petals
dancing to a rhythm only known to them.
Is it because it is winter?
Does it breathe a new life to everything?
Including me?
Cheering strands of light
a mare reflection of sun’s rays
push my questioning glances aside
glowing faintly and I long for more.
This tranquil vision cannot be destructed
by mist drifting from invisible depths
getting thicker and thicker like ground fog
settling mall clouds of dust.
True
I’d forgotten how love feels
my soul had been hidden and long forgotten
but dead parts of me have been awakened
this beautiful day has illuminated every part of me. .
Aston kamunde 