Solace (repost)

When my heart is melancholy

my spirit black and heavy

I am uplifted by

the beauty that

surrounds me:

the golds and greens

of a spring day

the reds and oranges

of fall

the cloudless blues

of summer

the blinding white

of winter.

I need only

look up

look out

emerge

from the fog

of misery

that envelops me

to find

solace in

the colors

of nature:

god’s most

beautiful painting.