The morning bid welcome,
the night said goodbye
The sun gave us reasons,
the moon made us cry
The cycle repeated,
the old freed the new
The darkness retreated,
—the spirit imbued
(Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)
Forever—Yet Brief
Between what is and isn’t,
lies a canvas of what could be
Colors in contrasting unison,
tomorrow’s brush strokes—paint can free
Shores of promise, woods of joy,
still-life in eternal relief
Framing as one, styled for all,
its message forever—yet brief
(Train from Fredericksburg: April, 2017)
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Comments1
Well written and expressed
Thanks as always, Tony!
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