are self indulgent -
they haven't risen, anyway,
but hover somewhat below the surface,
a slightly troubled pool
like the puddles were this morning,
with just a little rain
Rain and sun have beat
through the day,
rainbows have refereed,
raindrops have glittered,
falling against the blue sky,
winds have whipped around
And also there's been stillness,
those moments met with something
a little less than spirited within me,
to pass without analysis or comment
like twilight into night.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 3, 2021
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