Storm comes calling
I hear the wicked wind blowing
Trees sway
And eyes open suddenly
Time taken to reflect
On this moment
The feel of limbs relaxed
Safe within
From the coming cold.
Skies open
Light trying desperately to squeeze between
The clouds like sheets
Glimpse of days beginning
As I drive through the drops
Of barely there rain
I ponder the energy that moves
And I am a part of
The whole that is
A new day dawning
And new dreams to explore
In my warming mind
As eyes explore surroundings
Not long now
And just one more foot forward
Closer to the edge
Of happiness.
Good morning my friend, thanks and hope you have a great dayπ
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Hi InfiniteZip. Love the poem. Thank you so much for liking my poem ‘Unmarked!’ Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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Sounds a Goooood Move.. π
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Thanks Sue, next 8 months moving from snowy cold western NY to Florida gulf… .just too giddy lately π glad you liked it π
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Such are the storms of life.. I hope all your storms are Transitionary as they pass you by… And may the Light of the Sun always shine to illuminate your days.. Another wonderful poem.
Love your graphic photo choice too π
Blessings Sue
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Trying to, calling for snow all week π¦
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Thank you, with all of the weather changes, feeling inspired by it π
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Lovely piece. Thanks for spreading the light, Kim π
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Beautiful:)
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