The Bench

I look above me
and see drooping pine
and feel cold concrete
below.

In the peace of the morning
it's hard to hate
my fate
of late.

The sky is clear
with fleeting clouds
beckoning me to
smile and awake.

The air,
crisp and cool
wraps around me,
enticing me to breathe.

The birds complement
the light tones
ever echoing in
my ears.

I will more than survive
but I need to remind
myself of the joy
I hold inside.

At times it's hard
to remember.

Copyright 2009, Colleen Sarah Rice