Thursday, February 14, 2019

Letting Go While Holding

The heavy snow of five minutes ago
has gone,  given way to clear skies,  
a wind dancing with trees. 

I know Nature does not possess 
the gifts we are given 
but there are some of hers

I wish were mine.

-Byron Hoot
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