by Me
Naked branches dance
in shadowed splendor
through stationary
slatted blinds
upon kitchen wall.
Darkness making light
my sleepy thirsty soul.
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- ms. muse
- Grace: It meets us where we are, but does not leave us where it found us. Anne Lamott
3 comments:
Again, exquisite! You have recognized and breathed life into an everyday moment. In the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free.
Charles, you flatter me so!
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