Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Open to the Light


Open to the Light

Even in my darkest hour, there is light.
My eyes cannot see it at first.
They need time to adjust.
Then, they find the shapes
that mean I am not alone.
They take in the beauty that
still surrounds me every day.
They rest on things that make me smile.
They open to the light once again.

The prompt for this poem was "darkest hour."

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Monday, November 26, 2018

Meltdown


Meltdown

The snow that
fell so fast
rests on the bushes.
The temperature
is cold enough
to let it sit for days.
But, the sun shines
and turns the snow
to droplets that drip
among the branches.
They hang together
to form icicles that
 add a little more sparkle 
to the landscape.


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