Janet Brice Parker
Sun Revealed
Sun shines beneath a chill
in my bones giving momentary relief.
Flowers froze overnight
along with my obstructed
anticipation of things future.
I stoop to pick up a piece of paper.
Pain penetrates as I ascend
and discover a faded representation
of me at thirty.
No longer young and agile.
But not incapacitated either.
I can fly away with my love
and be greeted by sticky hands
and runny noses.
Sun is shinning into a chill in my bones,
seeping into my aches and complaints.
Sun takes away the obstruction
and gives me anticipation of things future.