Poem

People hope tomorrow will be better
should the letter be sent
or dropped in the bin
with secrets kept close to the heart.

People hope for the coming of summer
of clothes of various hue's
of sun on the face
and of berry's to taste.

People to talk to each other
and forgive cross-words
not taken back
a very hard thing to do.

The people I talk of
are like me and you.
Take off your dark glasses
and leap very high in the rain.