Writing Prompt #20
The Weather Outside is Lightening
And what is inside me is brightening
The weather reflects my mood
or is it the opposite?
When I am happy
even grey skies can look beautiful
Laughter can emerge
in rain, hail, sleet
And in the dark days
after my son died
Even the sunniest ones
were not enough
The sunset that would pull me over
to stop and consider its colours
Then looked like a sad reflection
of lost days of laughter
As if the shades of pink and orange
now represented dark, not light
I’m beginning again to absorb
light in the form of sunshine
Beautiful flowers now look
like the magic of nature that they are
My mood now quickens and shimmers
with the sunrise: upwards, onwards
Then, back then, it was another day to awaken
and remember the nightmare that was true