spring

tonight
the grey
lost its hold
on the sun,
and the ball of flame
slipped boldly,
vibrantly,
out of its chain of cloud
and stepped
over

over

over
the sea of dark
to light the sky
and paint in pink,
purple, fire.

it looked
ever so much
like hope.
like spring
making its promises
known to the world
thru shards of broken,
beautiful light.

and the door
of my heart
swung
open

open

open
with words calm and still:
"come in,
come in,
come in!"