321 Hearing good tidings after bad times

Posted on February 20, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Is like radiance, glimmering
edges of cumulus which,
though slate at center
now shine bright around perimeters.
Gradually, a scattering of the clouds
provides glorious shafts of
sun lit slits in the mist.
There I stand, in a pool of glory,
arms outstretched, face upward to a sky ,
chimed by Leprachauns giggling glee
echoing from both ends of a grand,
chromatic, crayola rainbow,
foiled, but briefly, by disolving gloom.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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