Melt Away Gloom Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Melt Away Gloom

I open the bolted wooden door and listen
as the morning air scatters snow that glistens
Where is the zestful song bird of yesterday...
I fear it has flown far, far away

The consoling sun is bound and determined
to lift the spirits those who are uncertain
Indoors, protected from the winter prelude
I sit near a window… waiting to be rescued

As long as rays are beaming there is hope
for a day that escapes a downward slope
Cosmic warmth melts away the gloom...
reviving thoughts of roses in full bloom

12/2/2011