Refining Consciousness
The wind blows in May
and leaves on branches
dance as if they’ve found new life.
While seeking the light
of a season reborn
I ask
what must I remember
and what I must forget.
My past lives
lie in shadows
and whisper despair
anger of betrayals
anguished cries
of all that was lost,
and I ask
how can I make my peace.
The sun shines
on seedlings
such joy found
as they sway
in a soft breeze.
Such splendor found
when I walk among flowers
as they flourish
and I’m a child again.
May 2, 2023
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2023
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