Melons

We all have hard days but finding the smallest bit of joy/light reminds us not all is lost

In the darkest of nights
Seems as if all light has escaped the horizon.
Wanting to capture the sun,
in the palm of our hand.
To be reminded some light remains.
Though the night seems infinite,
we will always have light in our grasp.
Hiding in the orange blanket of melons
to never be deceived by the cold nights ahead.
The succulent taste of brighter days to come.