Breathe In the Day
Between my cups of coffee
and my walk around the yard,
and my brief and silent prayers,
I breathe in the day.
Not rushing or hurrying somewhere
quietly holding my place
taking in the solitude
gathering all my thoughts.
November lives
not just on the calendar
mixed between the cold and rain
thriving in the sun as winds calm in illusionary peace.
These days
the illusions seem quite real
and permeate my small protected world
with natural beauty and quiet harmony.
The leaves of so many mighty trees
still hold their color well
steadfast in their full display
as creatures sing and dance in the day.
Capture this picture
keep it safe
cherished and awed
as nothing lasts forever.
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