yellow heatly

new life comes

without disgust or despair

a little green leaf

pushing up through the rocky brown

a fear had died and given way

to the blue shaft of light making

each new day

a thief only stealing

Guilt and hate with sneakiness

and leaving behind deserved aches and

exhausted bones that are okay with it

yet the sunset comes slow enough

to greet my yawn and motivate me

to carry on with my shovel and my smoke

and your eyes are the clear blue

of the water these sprouts mothering

and summer is now my friend

like never before

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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