Our days are marked
by bright and dark,
just like this weather
that blows through repeatedly,
tipping the trees and pummeling the ground,
then giving way to steamy sunshine
through which the fox trots alert
and turkeys roam in gaggles
I seek to be as unmoved as the landscape
when the rain and sun rolls through,
I seek to feel the shine of bright and dark
all the way to my core.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2020
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