I open the window
and see
the lustrous effect
of the sun
seeping through
almost reaching
a glimmer
of hope.
It lingers
on my skin
glowing brightly
a cure
you cannot ignore.
I walk outside
sit on a bench.
My garden's alive,
a freshness thrives
igniting my senses,
illuminating that ache
that ponders my insides.
Flowers blooming,
red roses blossoming,
Lillies and tulips
in disarray.
A glorious day,
a wondrous place,
a joy
as the air
leaps onto
my face.
***
The slight breeze,
the warmth
from the sun
deeply persists,
glistening upon
my aching limbs,
delivering heat
onto my shoulders,
a radiant light of hope.
***
An escape
to the outside
away from others
as I listen
to the birds' tweet
enjoying
a cheerful, jovial, beaming,
as the sun's rays
heal a desolated body,
heal misery
amongst our slump,
our decline
as we aim
to reach
a despondency
of time,
as the sun
is our only
hope.
***
A miracle healing
of the sun's
respondent foe.
A rival
killing species
away from
our bodies
during a pandemic,
a crisis of
the past two years
diseases we cannot
control.
©️ Denise Larkin 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Also published on Medium.com
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer of a BA with honours (2.1) in Arts & Humanities recently gained a Creative Writing Master's Degree. She writes poetry, fictional short stories, and is the author of the Time to Run series, Darkness and The Non-Human.<aT.
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