The Pale Green of My Mourning

I can't see my window

but I can see the light that shines through it

I can't see the sun

but I know it is rising

I can't see anything at first

but the darkness fades away

The sun is growing

No I can't see my window

but I can see the shades of light change in my room

from pale sickly yellow

to this stronger lighter green that takes the shade of the curtains and plays off the blackened screen into my eye

I am no longer weary

There is beauty around

softness

and I love it