Thoughts were rushing in so fast –
I was thinking of years past!
A staple rises from an old church –
As chickens sleep on their perch.
A crow calls out, I thought I heard –
Thinking that is a funny word.
The fog comes, but it’s not staying –
It’s hardly a thought worth saying.
The clouds form – it begins to rain –
The parched earth it will reclaim.
My mind is opened – truth is found –
The wind blows, but makes no sound.
Overhead flies a gaggle of Geese –
My heart and soul are now at peace.
Thoughts were rushing in it seems –
A day at dawn is better than dreams.
Epaphroditus© November 25, 2023
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