New Light
Day shines up,
it could be late Autumn or Spring
until you see the sweet open graves,
the over-ripe offerings.
You also were buried
but now are emerging,
resurrected from a long
deceased world.
You did not see yourself arriving
nor anticipate
being this surprised
by the coming of the light.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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