Change
Nothing is new the robin on the branch or ice on pines
Each rain sparkled petal folding on its eye to sleep
When night with one stroke erases light
Years of clutter unsorted in the mind
Ending or starting around a circle vanish
And nothing changes unless the heart
Resolves to step in the unknown and love.
First Place: Brian Strand-Max 20 Lines-1/11/19
Copyright © Frances Schiavina | Year Posted 2019
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