Sunlight
On this midnightly hour,
that is not marred by the negative,
but instead elevated
by a loneliness filled magnificently,
a lone bird sings a silent song
celebrating all it holds dear
and the summer warmth
that now reaches its wings again.
The clouds have broken,
the winds have gone to rest.
For a day, for an hour, for a moment…
or, dare we hope, for longer,
sunlight has pierced the blanket of clouds
so that living things may grow, once again.