Friday, February 6, 2015


The sun
 Breaks through
As a thief
In the night
Stealing the
Dark and 
The gloom.
Piercing the sky
To make room 
For the light
And the clouds
And the blues.
Erasing my
Dreams, my 
My fear of
Having to pay
 My dues.
And offers
 A new day
 A new way
To live
With myself.
So I turn 
To face 
And bask 
In its rays
As it climbs  
To the clouds
And beyond
To the place 
Where it
 Deigns to shower
The world
With its grace.

Copyright © 2015 by Lowell A. Anderson.  All rights reserved.


William Kendall said...

Nicely done!

Halcyon said...

Very nice Lowell!

Sharon Anck said...

You are such a great poet. Love this one.