The fog has diminished the daybreak.
I'm enveloped in curtains of gray.
The sunshine trying to,
Has not broken through
The drab dreariness of the day.
Some of my days have had sorrow
When all sunshine's taken away.
I know dark despair,
Yet the sun is still there,
To turn January to May.
Sorrow or fog all around us,
Can, but it needn't stay.
If we let the light in,
The sunshine can win
And brighten the gloomiest day.
Joyce I. Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 98th birthday in July of 2016.