I wore fake rose-colored glasses,
once upon a time… long ago
when wheels replaced life’s hefty weight;
then me, myself, and I a crowd.
Now, my house can’t be full enough
with life, little ones, and laughter;
as seasons pass in rainbow shades
of joy, peace, hope, and love from God.
Storms came in vivid black and white
forms of death, depression, and drought;
touched life’s rosette then slow wither,
wane, and wilted woefully through.
Winter is peace wrapped in pure shades,
spring’s growth is hopeful for new life,
summer’s sizzles with joyous fun,
fall harvest- fruits of labored love.
I once wore rose-colored glasses;
now know a sunset needs nothing
and clear vision is a blessing
when the mirror is clearly broken.
I write in the seasons of life
and will continue this journey
knowing joy, peace, hope and love shades
start in the heart and soul of man.
Bringing the tool box out over at dVerse today.