the day begins.
tears before I’m awake,
the absence of you an ache,
still I rise and open the door,
knowing that the day will greet me
if I allow it, and so I do.
this morning I saw treetops on the ridge
shine in golden glory within the early dawn,
a brief bright exultance in the winter’s gloom,
and thought, “this. this is enough.”
once I would have demanded more,
before you and the knowledge
that love is also a sudden flash of radiance,
unexpected in brilliance and depth,
gone in an instant.
I learned to hold beauty lightly with an open heart:
dancing snow drifting smoke daggered moonlight
entwine around my fingers and fall from my outstretched hands.
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