Healing Touch Poem by Leaking Pen

Today, the weather is bleak outside
And no sunray can penetrate the thick dark clouds,
As if winter hammered down the skies shut
With ripple effect gray colourbond fencing,
And rain of steel only winter finds beautiful.

And in my mind’s eye I see
Spring of seasons past…
Where bees and butterflies roam my garden,
And its vivid colors lift my spirit up.

The difference between winter and me
Is my poetic endless imagination.
When I am down in the dumps
I paint winter’s canvas with spring colors
And ignite the furnace of hope from within.

I image myself basking in summer’s sunshine,
And making an explosion of colors flower bouquet.
I channel this warm healing inwards,
And chase away winter blues from my heart.

Spring might be knocking at your front door
But where I reside, it is the end of autumn.
Who has shortened my days, and lengthened my nights?
No this is not a blame game, but my nature evolving,
And I find less gray hair crowning my head.

May 16,2015
Copyright Leaking Pen