On This Day

A splash of pink among the pines,

then a slow fade

to washed out grey.

Pollen rests on

a rippleless pond and no breeze

plays among the

leaves. Within an

hour the light grows

bright;  the air stays still. Some things shift;

others stay the

  same on this day

 as on others.

                                                            JDG

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