Sunday, December 4, 2016

A dimmed light

The weight of darkness
Vanishes in light
A light spring in step
Replaces the aching fight

Run down through the meadow
Let your fingers touch the grass
Sing with symphonies of birds
Watch the river trickle past

Look up to the blue

And cotton stuffed sky
Mimic movements of clouds
As they slowly stretch by

Let the sunshine give kisses

Warming your face and your soul
Breathe in the fresh air
Wiggle each finger and toe

Remember these moments

Remember them all
For tomorrow you'll go back
Tomorrow you'll fall.

T.B. Williams 11/2016

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