It was a time of
birds and boats
and floating mountains
and, within the now established fact
of winter, a softening,
brought on by clouds
that blanketed the night
and now let sun across
the distant banks and peaks,
colors and coldness both muted,
a space for gentleness to rise
and be felt
by everything that shared this day.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2018
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