O thank you, neighbor! You are gold!
You brought back what belongs to me!
I didn’t feel and cannot see
Its whereabouts remained untold.
Your kindness warms me from the cold,
Frustration, anger, worry, pain.
A rainbow’s promise after rain.
A simple shining slice of sun
Shown outward by the good you’ve done.
My turn will come to do the same!
The positive outcome to my prior Decima for Ronovan’s challenge this week: