Dangling prisms refract comets of color and hope
across stark walls of my kitchen and heart The cat stalks a rabbit which becomes
a frozen statue hidden behind red tulips

Squirrels and jays battle at the feeder
The phone
death of a friend          prayers for my daughter
my husband's soft voice
hope for a cancer patient           birth of a baby
I write           letters           essays           a poem
Late rays of sun slant through the window
and form a golden orb of promise
enveloping daffodils in a green bowl
Light rests on forsythia reaching for joy
from a vase in a comer of the room
This beauty existed last spring but was unseen
Today I taste peace

Gerry Di Gesu