Monday, December 31, 2018

    Last Day of 2018


Three pink roses peer 
from a blue vase --

newborn stars gleaming
like strawberries dappled

in fading light, fields a'bloom
on the shore of a great lake,

or a thousand geese aloft, 
their song fruitful, sweet 
and wild.

Everything's vast and luminous
here, like the awe in wide eyes
at sunset.

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