Gold dust
the day's
leavings
cast
on a cloudy shore
Yesterday's Image: Contrast
April 12, 2014, day 91
I thought
this morning
or yesterday
the river yet lay
bound in winter ice
Now I stop
startled to see
it free,
flowing,
sparkling,
chuckling against the shore
So grief
so cold
seemingly solid
as a marble monument
has yielded
to the undermining power
of anger
of pain
of hope
of life
and one day
my heart breaks free
to flow
with love
with laughter
into tomorrow
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