Sudden Fortune

What does it feel like when something breaks through a bad mood? Does it wipe the blues away with a broom or a cotton swab?

Blasted like starlight

across the black velvet of gloom

stalks exuberance

brazen in its entrance

hesitating only to paint the sun

in myriads of golden shades.

It takes my heart and floats it

past the worries and winsomeness

of the everyday

leaving me gasping

with the freshness of the air and

the scent of hope tickling my nose. 

Author's Note

Written for a contest but soon to be on my submission list.