Bright Beginnings

A poem

Photo by Boris Smokrovic on Unsplash

I saw dewdrops today
A transparent milk of purity
The brightness of the sky
Indeed brought a smile to my face

Having endured a winter so hard
Tarred with bitter cold
My heart says it’s not
What the fortune-teller told

I’m a man of heat
And burning passion
Therefore ‘I open’ when
The sun knocks at my door

I glow, I feel glee to the extent that the sun
Has come out just for me
But I am reminded that there are
Four seasons where I dwell

So who am I to tell on the cold
In the face of nature to be so bold
I am I, and surface with the sun
And I am resolute in my declaration!

George Odarquaye Lamptey