Plodding morning shadows
blanket the cracks
along the patio
Droplets fall
into tiny pools
that brighten with
the white light of renewal
As one memory eludes me
another consumes me
A pane of glass
fogged by breath from nostrils
keeping me at bay
from a world less hostile
The world is so vain and uncertain
A death in the family and I'm in love again
New day
New day
New day
New day
Melting frost
on the juniper
Greyness evolves
into a spectrum of color
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