Beauty finds me

Too weary

to look for beauty

Beauty

finds me

as the light

finds the spaces between

to shine through

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Gray again

 

Adrift

in an upside-down

wind-tossed sea

There is blue

beneath the gray

There are islands

of calm

in an ocean

of storms

There is

another day

waiting

Sun

Light

Tomorrow

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Embrace the day

Dawn

opens its arms

and I open mine

to embrace the day

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Warm blue

 

Lady Sun

kisses away

frost

lingering

in the shadows

and beams

on the new-frozen

pond

which sparkles coyly

in return

Above

benevolent

the sky soars

warm blue

and

endless

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Holiday hush

Our human hum

muted

to a holiday hush

Tall grasses

whisper

heads together

and geese at rest

call encouragement

birds whistle

peep and scold

and squirrels

scold back

and the wind

murmurs

soft goodbyes

to autumn

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The good work

 

The woods

are working

fungus

and insect

time

and water

recycling

reclaiming

Unseen work

Slow work

Good work

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Washed out

 

A day

of gray

of swimming

against

the metaphorical current

that still feels

strong enough

to sweep me away

I feel

as fragile

as a leaf

worn

by water

and wind

til only a

whisper

of color remains

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