Like a silent winter snow

I wait every night

For the morning dawn to rise

Before I can feel safe enough to sleep

Maybe I’m waiting to find

That moment life changes everything

No notice, no reason nor rhyme

Where different becomes normal

And normal heals better than yesterday

What I’m finding may not be happy

For me at least, I feel the tillage of peace

Slowly growing itself within

And maybe that will lead to better things         

Maybe even found, will finally…find me


Poet of the Light © 2022


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