How did I lose it all?

Time
waiting
opened eyes
to a new day
planning, doing, more
the minutes slip by gone
stare into the setting sun
a stunning glowing golden sky
and all those to do’s laying silent
to the wonder and awe of this moment.

. . .

Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.
—Rita Dove

pink red buds blossom on a single branch with blue sky and limbs in the background. Text: Poetry centers the heart. by Kathryn LeRoy

. . .

And always—

Be kind. Be brave. Be you.

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Photo: Sunset © Kathryn LeRoy

Poem: Etheree