The Sun Still Rises

Sun rises on
a new day
flickering light
from dark corners
of my soul

I refuse
to surrender
to sorrow
for I know
love lives on

light and fair
calming
the thorns
and trenches
on my trail

sadness
seeks faith
to kindle
hope’s flame
light and fair

spring’s sun
delivers
delight behind
winter’s somber
slumber

DAD’S GARDEN GLOVES

You rest in a small pine box 
In the back of your garage
Frayed fingertips
Soiled grassy green
And earth-stained brown
During spring renewal

Remnants of your work
Continue to thrive
In your small patch of earth
Your living legacy

You served us well
May you dig your slumber

Check out this other poem about my parents.