After being enclosed indoors, behind drawn curtains.
The light was shining bright on first sight.
The greyness in the clouds up and high
All that space up to the sky.
Turning from grey white to blue tones.
As Winter turned to Spring.
Twigs on trees turning to bud.
Earth turning to dust from mud.
Spring blossoms, daffodils too.
All springing forth vivid to my eye.
Even the darkness of that sky,
On the day my husband was to die.
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