The mind wanders
Towards the empty blue
Even in winter
Some flowers bloom
Soft pinks and oranges show not all life is lost
A few remaining cicadas buzz while tuis sing their songs
The grass is still green
Sometimes it rains for days
Leaving puddles to glisten when night becomes day
The sun beckons
Not yet too harsh
The mind wanders on this type of day
It is moments like these when the pain fades away