Monday, April 6, 2020

Thanks be to the blue of the sky,
Crystalline, serene and pale.
Thanks be to the breeze at my back
That reaches around my gait.
Thanks be to the ground underfoot,
So supportive of my stance.
Thanks be to the soil that holds
All our secrets. All our ghosts,
Thanks be to their slow, icy gaze
As it ripples down my spine.
Thanks is all I can give the days,
All that I feel can be mine.

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