The soft clouds

blanket our awakenings

as the river flows

impassive to our labors

mornings fade into day

as the sun overtakes our vision

a sweet loss we practice daily

as our limbs lengthen and warm

mornings fade

to evening and nightfall

as we see the trail we’ve left


at peace

walking our authentic path

mornings rise

to gratitude

air in the lungs

and light shifting across the skies

bliss for the journey

and hope for the day

as we do

what must be done – Caroline A. Slee


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