Sunshine Views
the scenic view
as i walk through
layers upon layers of small happenings
of joggers
a train speeding by
the sparkle of dew on grass
crooked rubbish sacks beside the bins
an empty park
with ghosts of children past
i rejoice in the days that begin when
winter ends
when i wake
and behind the curtains
the sunshine is waiting for me
the grey, miserable days can be forgotten
replaced by hope,
possibilities that don’t look so impossible
showered, and dressed
i walk,
out into the park
where the trees wave at me
and twigs snap underneath my feet
further into wooded areas
it is like i am alone, with a different kind of magic
the hum of the road is almost inaudible
it feels i could walk forever
releasing my worries
in curiosities of nature –
discarded eggs, feathers,
and a pair of mittens
dangling on a low hanging branch from the tree
in the event the person
who lost the pair may return for them
how separate we can become
lost from what we hold dear
relying on a stranger to take notice
and help us find our lost belongings again
K.L
NOTES
The sun was out over the Bank Holiday weekend and, as it goes, suddenly everyone in the country appeared to be a lot happier. I actually wrote this poem a couple of months ago and just added a few details when I edited it a few days ago. I’m not happy with the ending of the poem, but it did leave me stumped. I imagine something will come to me eventually though.
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