Whisper Of Sunshine. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

There was a whisper of sunshine,
when the birds flew away.
As the cold crisp air blew in,
I felt a little warmth on that day.

I was busy reading books,
that had piled up over the years.
I had no time before,
was always busy with those near.

So now I had sometime
to catch up with my first love, reading,
how I had forgotten,
how much enjoyment it was feeding.

When I was younger I could read for days,
everything from ghost stories to murder mysteries.
As the suns rays shone lightly on my head
I revelled in every page that I read.

Soon it was time to head home to bed.
I had made a promise to myself that day.
Even on days were there was never a whisper of sunshine,
I would make time to read always.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .