NOW AND AGAIN

A day framed.  A window wide with

hope.  Dawn drains in silence.  One voice

releases, waiting for return.  A vacuum of

Thoughts rise, surfacing with a schedule;

place, time, one door then another.  Emotions

become firm and braced.  The more the listening,

knowledge enters with a higher plane.  The land is

sweet.  Each step a gift.  Light bends through clouds;

like memories we remember before washed out.

I love open meadows where the wind is the only voice.

 

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