Her Laughter

Her laughter rises faster than the sun;
it blinds my soul and melts my frozen heart,
reveals a day of joy that’s just begun,
and marks the end of darkness and the start
of grass beneath her children’s running feet,
of seeds beneath her garden’s warming earth,
of friendships once renewed, and twice as sweet,
of all the signs portending life and birth.
Then with her brilliant laughter shining on,
I lift my head and linger for a kiss.
The ice which once surrounded me is gone,
and I am bathed in pure and healing bliss.
The cold and dark my peaceful soul forgets;
her laughter is the sun that never sets.

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