Animal Rights, Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
I used to yearn
for certain times of year,
certain types of weather,
but as I come to know
that each new day
is a precious gift,
always bringing change ―
the vital pulse of life ―
I find special delights
in every unique day,
every unique moment.
Photos by Sharon Fisher
Today, here in November,
the slanting sun
is more white than yellow,
a more distant illumination
highlighting remnants
of brilliant autumn days.
With the trees mostly bare,
the sun casts a spotlight
on the few remaining leaves
that hold a touch of gold,
and in the woods
we find lovely reminders
of days past
as well as early signs,
like the just-now flowering
witch-hazel trees,
that hold the promise
of new life yet to come.
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