Crows squawk as rabbits
stir and deer retreat. Though still
hidden, the sun will
shortly rise as two young girls
stay wrapped in sleep. Across
the pond a family wakes to
grief. Neighbors will soon
come bringing food and presence.
“Ultimately,” Ram
Dass says, ” we’re all just walking
each other home.”… Morning comes.
JDG
Lovely. I felt the peace. I have a few poems I like from my trip yesterday.
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