April Anthology 2018: In the Sun (04/15)

Sun fills up the air around you,

Shines fiery in your young silver hairs,

Glows white on your neck and cheek,

But leaves your thoughtful face in shadow.

Quiet, now. As you were ever quiet,

Slow to speak and slow to answer,

Often brooding lost in dream.

Semitropic green glows at your back,

Waxy shine on garden leaves.

When you left, you bloomed.

Learned to laugh more, sing aloud;

Be proud of your voice.

Be yourself in no one’s shadow,

Drench your garden in the light.