and makes us new,
we welcome sun, we welcome rain,
we welcome stars that show up briefly
at five a.m., and clouds the hills snag,
while they're blowing through
We call it life
for being so much more than we can fathom,
we call it love for how it makes us
glad we're here.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 28, 2023
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