The sun always returns,

the rain always dries,

the colors come back,

floral scents in the breeze again waft by

 

in time.

 

So, my darling, wipe those eyes.

This season is passing soon.

And another truth:

right now,

always,

there is beauty and blessings

all about you.

 

Sometimes poetry is love letters to the self. And when passed around, others it helps.