When Hurt Knocks On The Door

When hurt knocks on the door Enters without asking Takes a seat There in the dark corner of your heart Refusing to leave There is nothing to be done Really But wait, patiently Perhaps to gaze out the window See the soft snow falling on the ground The bird that shivers on an ice-covered Twig The sun barely visible In the smothering gray of winter But spring will come The intruders will leave No more to be said When the way of the world is constant In its change from Season to season The stars will always be there Whether you choose to look at them or not Offering always the possibility Of something timeless and new. ~ Laurence Overmire