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The day is sun-scorched, the shadows
thin and dry,as though a gust
of wind would scatter them
like so many burnt pages.
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Day 172
Come Rain. Wash Sun's bright hues
from green trees, red bricks,
blue skies. My eyes ache
for the cool following a storm.
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Day 171
The sun turns lazily on a bed of cloud
sighing over the garden.
My hollyhocks bow their heads
as if to pray for rain.
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Day 170
This chrysalis is not lovely
doesn't inspire, but the breaking
pushing, fight for freedom
will make for amazing flight.
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Day 169
There is a risk in releasing
your words to fly across a page.
They might, like sparrows,
sing your secrets to the trees.
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Day 168
Oh nymph poised to leap into
the crystal cool, can you know?
I long to feel your wet embrace
to share-Joy Of The Waters!
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Day 167
After the rain I seek out
a puddle, or a lawn sprinkler, or lie
on my back in the river,
to wet my soul against drought.
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Day 166
The sun also rises on the middle
days, when the air is just air,
and I'm happy to be breathing.
Even heat can be a gift.
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Day 165
The looking glass she stepped through
shattered, so she picked up
the pieces and reassembled
to find her reflection anew
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Day 164
Once the rain, washes tears
from my face, I open my eyes.
I'm circled by friends: each
cradling a piece of my brokenness
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Day 163
Tiny feathers drying amidst broken
shell -- trembling, heart pounding
transformed, soon my soul
will quit the nest and fly.
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Day 162
How does one who once
unabashedly poured love
out, now unwanted, gather
herself into a pitcher
to someday pour again?
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Day 161
Pocket watch in hand, I stare
at the looking glass. If I step inside
will I find myself, or wake
to find it all a dream?
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Day 160
The milk moon fills my glass
strengthens me in the night
I drink my fill of his nurture
spread my wings and take flight.
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Day 159
I see your face, moon at my window
peering past curtains of night.
I sleep the hours away
cradled in rays of your light.
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Day 158
Man in the moon whispers my name tonight
bathing me in silvery light.
I quiet my mind and heart
grateful for your peace.
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Day 157
It's this space between
you and me, the squeezing
pressing, distance thing
that makes it hard to breathe.
I need less.
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Day 156
Solitude beckons. I need
to hear his whispers, feel his touch
to breathe and sit in silence
Yet I avoid myself. I wait.
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Day 155
Come darkness, come fireflies
come shimmering moon.
Bear me away on the night. Show me
how to dream, to dance, to love.
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Day 154
If I lie upon your breast, sister
earth, if I sob out all my sorrow,
will you, with my tears
bring new life from your soil?
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Day 153
Center of a void I stand,
paper moon crumpled in my fist.
There's no light here I didn't bring
I must shine my way out.
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Day 152
