by Sally Cooper ~ examiner.com
A
snap!
prestidigitator’s fingers
transported winter to east
the
miracles of sparkled
whites at
nights
juxtaposed
with people at houses
now involved uncluttering
what’s not
worked
revenues
arrive
on
time
to count
and forget
the warm
fall from the wall,
the urgent
call to wake up
to ripe
lives foliage…
though the
moon insists
to get
going
to fling
with zest
to find,
complete,
bring to harvest
your
best
a project
desires blessings
and even
Death
not sitting
anymore
in first
row & laugh -
strong,
riding the horse
with a
flag of new
beginning,
rebirth;
and
falling castle
surprises
us
with
sudden changes
routine
pristine
destroyed to let in
something
novel,
ambitious…
the road
is clear
just
embark on
the path
and meet
someone
bright,
ask his
name
and
insights
on why...
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