I still feel the clarity of yesterday, even with the gray sky. Sometimes I am able to live in the moment, take things as they come. These are gracious times. I do not always live here, but this morning...I do.
This morning is gold
Against silver gray
The sun is behind
Thin clouds.
They say the cold
Is coming soon
And with the cold
More winter things.
I live for this morning
Gold leaves
On the palest gray,
Burning bushes still green
In my front yard.
The snow may catch them
Unaware.
Me?
I will take it
As it comes.
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