Layered with violet clouds
Light blue sky above the clouds
Pure, beautiful, desolate
No wind,
The black limbs stand still, waiting
Waiting for the dawn of a new day
The end of the weight
The heaviness of the past being lifted
The heart that retreated, ready to burst open
Welcome in love, acceptance, warmth
Become willing to embrace a new life
The winter of my discontent receding
By
(Lisa Hecmanczuk)
