The days are slowing,
Beginning in darkness
And ending the same way,
The afternoons are filled with gray.
And then you,
Full of pigments of blue
And love
And something unusual:
Happiness.
You bring color to
My gray world
And bring light to
The darkness I am surrounded by.
YOU ARE READING
CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoesiaPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
