Mottled

On my morning drive to work,

past mottled fields of snow

beneath a mottled sky,

I reflect on the mottled nature of things.

No matter how much we long for purity,

life on this earth is a mottled affair

 and so are we.

                                                                                            JDG

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One comment on “Mottled

  1. This is such a blessing, too, Joan. Wouldn’t it be dull if all was perfect? Bless the mottled in us all. 🙂

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