January 15th 1998

The sun breaks out
and soars over the effervescent streets
courses its way through the clouds
which have for so long
hidden its glory from the land

The snow glistens underneath
its new found friend
smiling it seems
it has new life
and it begins again
to lead another

As the streets flood with water
my eyes fill with tears
where will my tear fall
where will the flood go?

RyanDavid Burningham