Why do we...so frequently
Forget the joy of what lies
Above us
Beneath us
Surrounds you and finds you
Alone
On that bench
Thinking of sorrows and the weight of the world-
While we drown in the sea
The ocean that daze
And our lungs fill with pain as emotions swell in waves
And crash down our throats
But just above us
Beyond the skeletal limbs of the trees
Beyond those naked, unadorned frames...
- There shines apricity
As the sun breaks through drifting herds of grey
And the clouds change color to a brilliant gilded shade
Resting, then passing, but always illuminated
By the sunlight behind
This is our simplest joy:
The warmth of the sun in winter
This accolade of nature sent to remind the freezing soil
In its dormant, lifeless state
That even in the depths of bitter cold
The fervor of light and all its compassion
Is sure to welcome
And to be welcomed
For its restoration; the recovery of a day's effervescent gleam
And even in these hours
Where time passes, though always shadowed
In such heavy blankets of woeful anxiety
Interwoven with racing thoughts
Uncertainty
Despair
And feelings which surge forth so quickly that you fear,
Again,
You're drowning...
There is the promise of this ever-present circle
That apricity will carry through
While its rays seep through the threads
And remind you that it is only another day
Now closer to warmth's return
If only we
Would recognize
The warmth of sun in winter
Such beautiful,
Intangible,
Unfaltering apricity
