Another Monday Morning

the clouds hover

hugging the ground

loosely

weeping

tears of life

in the gray stillness

the day is silent and dreary

the mountain is hidden

in muted obscurity 

behind the stolid haze

 

and yet

in the filtered rays

of the sun

which must be there

somewhere

 

the rich green

of nourished grass

and the regal purple

of iris'

glow

 

a doe

wanders through the meadow

scattering

the quail

as she makes her way

gently through the abundance

 of spring

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Thank you God

that even in moments when

life seems a bit dark

and closed in

there is still beauty

to be seen

and life begins again

each morning

each moment