Pieces Mended
Crisp, warm sunshine
wakes up the lonely heart
for once there is peace
when the day starts
Broken, shattered pieces
blowing in the wind
collected by the sunshine
put back together again
So this just came to me and I jotted it down and I love it.
For the Stratified Agate Competition – abstract poem
Poetry in Flashy Colours Competition – exactly eight lines, just because it fits.