It’s still early and the light
from the dimming sun
is fading out of sight.
Clouds cast their net but
a stream of yellow beams
seeps to illuminate time.
A whisp of cold with a
crisp caress chills as the
sun sinks behind the hills.
Darkness will pull up
the moon and born is a
velvet sky adorning the stars.
For the WPC: Time
For WPC: Transition
For WPC: (Extra)ordinary
My many yesterdays
Are not my tomorrow
The tumbled leaf
Doesn’t chase and follow
The winds of yesterday
Have sailed on by
The moving clouds
Roll across the sky
The stain of yesterday
Has washed away
The rain did pass
Leaving less to say
For WPC: Change
For WPC: Inspiration
Upon the moonlit grass
My toes do tread
Turf and earth imprinting
On a mossy bed
A tired floret stoops
A sleepy head
Resting…sequestered…
Nothing to be said
A chill blows from the east
Then ceases… to ground
Still…serenity
Folds in…to surround
Is this dreaming … revealing?
Looking to the skies
Into night’s darkness
With a canopy of eyes
For the WPC: Intricate
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