Through the fog
I swim toward the light.
From the dark
I struggle toward the dawn.
It’s easier now
As winter stretches into spring
And the warmth renews my broken body.
Wild flowers paint the hillsides,
Glowing like fairy lights as the dawn bursts forth
In all its glory.
And though their life be short in this desert clime,
they heal and help restore my battered being
bringing me out of the fog
and into the bright light of day.
©March 27, 2010