On a lazy Sunday afternoon, <br />the sun shone so brightly... <br />appearing like a large blazing <br />iridescent quarter. <br />. <br /> <br />Hovering over the quiet city, <br />the glowing sphere gave so much, <br />life to the dull muted blue sky, <br />so much warmth-and promise! <br /> <br /> <br />To the old woman whose body <br />earlier had been aching... <br />and whose mind was sluggish... <br />this was just what she needed. <br /> <br /> <br />The sun and the feeling that summer <br />was arriving soon whisked away <br />the memory of her 'Winter' days, <br />suspended in mid-air-it gave her Joy! <br /> <br /> <br />While Glistening into the windows <br />of her tired and weary soul... <br />she stood up in one brisk move <br />on the rickety weathered balconey. <br /> <br /> <br />Although Her perennials had not yet <br />surfaced, Myra began removing foliage <br />from her cracked chipped window box... <br />all while smiling and singing happily. <br /> <br />Taking it all in...breathing deeply, <br />yet softly, the old woman realized, <br />she had made it through again, <br />another year passed-without her late friend. <br /> <br />Written on February 28th 2008.<br /><br />Shelley L Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasons-change-3/
