Anchored in the Moment
Golden leaves drift gently,
a candle’s soft flicker,
shadows dance on the walls,
lines of a poem form,
clouds shift in the sky.
Worn blanket soothes me,
the pen’s cool weight,
chair beneath me,
heartbeat calm.
Rustling leaves,
clock ticks slow,
wind sighs.
Spiced air,
cedar.
Mint.
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