sunday
sunday morning
warm coffee in mug
that says
breathe
candle burning
its flame constant
its presence
always
chill in the air
fall is present
leaves slowly
float
the light has changed
softens and exposes
at the same
time
night comes earlier
morning too
days shorter
more intense
day of transition
day of preparation
day of anticipation
of what is to come
wishing reflection
wishing rest
wishing being
instead mind is fleeting
time to find ground
time to breathe space
time to find me
in this often complex place
I feel connected to myself reading this. Beautiful, penetrating words.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem.
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