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Morning Meditations

faithful as always - my old body waits for me to wake up. first light - through an open window the sound of trembling leaves. early morning - already the edges of the day are beyond reach. sunlit room - my dreams have left another layer of dust. in the window - morning trying to find focus through my own reflection. new day - once again I leave a little more of myself behind.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/10/2025 1:40:00 PM

'another layer of dust.' Well, I like to think that in your case, Paul, it's only a coating of rust. And once you remove that, you are back to yourself as one fine writer. Peace, Gershon

Paul Willason
Date: 1/12/2025 1:56:00 PM

So kind of you dear Gershon...already out in my shed rummaging for that can of rust remover. Take care...

Deb M

Date: 1/9/2025 2:26:00 PM

Yay Paul you’re back…..with a Paul special hehe! I liked this from start to end…the first and last stanzas being my favourites! The last stanza left me feeling a little sad! I hope you are well my friend? Debx

Paul Willason
Date: 1/10/2025 3:42:00 AM

Such a lovely greeting my dear Deb...thankyou. Pleased you found the poem/s worth a read. Many years ago I fed quite a few thick folders with haiku...most, sadly, have gone missing. Of late, tried my hand again. Good to hear from you...treasured.