Cured

Warmth and spring is here at last.
Frost is past.
Daffodils rejoice with my cells.
All is well, and the sky is blue.
The clouds may relax,
in freshest air as I do.

My thoughts once dark are light.
My night is day.
The snow, rain,
and the sun, warm instead of a cold and distant orange grey.
The old is new
and my tears are silver dew.
Illness is past.
Tiredness faded to new love,
at last.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.