Rain poured last night,
Washing the dust off the leaves,
And, filling the potholes with puddles.
Soft sunlight filters through the curtains.
Pink roses in a crystal vase by the bedside,
Enticing me with their faintly firm smell.
Reminding me that
It’s Time, and not Reason,
To heal my heart
And, open my hands,
To welcome the Love that awaits me.