Poem of the Day #18

Sun

Sun comes out
with house items
and furniture
that haven't seen
the light of day
in years, a hallway cleared
of clouds.

Clinging, old sheets
make a tablecloth
for a newly discovered tea set.

We sort a box and a bag at a time.
It is worth it to see your face
with movement.

Overwhelmed,
the window fills with sun.