Metaphor Monday

Because who doesn’t like to start their week with a little alliteration?!

Happiness is a bright thunderstorm

Which is to say
Sometimes,
On our quest for joy,
Ain’t nothing wrong
with gettin’ a little
LOUD.

Hope is a bright blessing

Caught in the sunlight
Cast on a yellow rose
Lighting the path down
Sweet Nostalgia Lane

Hope is a crescendoing dance

Which is to say
She may start with humble feet,
but as tempo quickens,
so do her steps.
She clasps her hands in
syncopation.
Her hips glide
left, right, left;
Shoulders shimmy
front, back, front.
Face to the sky
Mouth open in song;
Even God sings along.
Hope is full-body,
All-In.
She found her rhythm, and
she just won’t quit.