A circle of golden sunlight Through the dark gray clouds Spotlights a small area of trees The raindrops clinging to the leaves Glisten in the golden light.
Sparks a bright memory, like A warm spot of sunlight Through the dark gray days In my life now gone-- A break from the chilly storm That shrouded my memories of you.
By Jacey
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
Those of us in the Northwest know what a "sunbreak" is. In the winter, we cherish them!
jacey, we all know what one is, you probably just get more of them, being in a temperate forest zone. The allusion to a vision past is clear...pure light.
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