When you think that the road is too long,
that the rocks in your path are too large
and too many
to go around or climb over.
When black shadows overcome the light.
When you finally come to that place
where the reason for trudging on
seems without purpose,
It is then the sun pushes through the clouds,
and the black rocks grow smaller,
outshined by golden blades of grass
and once-green plants that shimmer and glow,
their faces now lit yellow in the warmth of the sun.
A gift, a golden promise that life holds more
than just the green of past summer days.
And the black shadows of the rocks,
Once daunting, recede and give way quietly
to the sunlit winter grasses
with their quiet promise that spring
will indeed come again.