How wonderful it feels
To wake up parts of me
Formerly stiff with sleep.
To shake snow off branches
And grow and grow and grow
Rather than sit still.
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Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
2018
How wonderful it feels
To wake up parts of me
Formerly stiff with sleep.
To shake snow off branches
And grow and grow and grow
Rather than sit still.
