It's a new school year for Distrct students and teachers, beginning tomorrow. On this day before I retired years ago, I felt like crying. I don't know why. Yes, the years were tough and I was anticipating new adventures, but I felt a certain sadness with the summer gone. The weather has a great deal to do with my emotions.
After The Storm
You transformed my steel gray heart
into a kaleidoscope of warmth
brightening a dank mundane day
to form that ornamental bridge
over mountains of loneliness.
Gone are the bitter trials of life.
Pain of despair abandoned me,
hope rinsed mildewed stained affection
releasing a perfumed luminescence
of a new you.
How I longed for the comfort and joy
that only you could bring!
Shimmering kisses glistened
on dew dropped spring leaves
as the sun rays applauds a new day
in the metropolis of my life.
I've become a vibrant woman
playing the band of rainbows
in the skies of wonder.
Paths renewed.
Shower me with sun-drenched smiles
Let's reminisce of storms weathered
Dreams saturated with laughter
painted with panoramic hues
harboring in the mist of dawn's grin.
Winking through storm clouds
I see the nod of a heavenly sprite
approving the union of us.
At last, I found the rainbow of love
after the storm.
Barbara Lois Fullard © 2005
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