Once I loved high noon.
Hot sun bronzed my winter face
Wrinkles now attest.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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But they also attest to the many wonderful experiences you’ve had 🙂
you have a way of showing and telling… so smart… don’t forget your sunscreen 🙂
Thanks for your comment. 🙂 I wear sunscreen every day in my skin moisturizer, though it’s more fun to be tanned.
You cleverly describe the skin’s changes here. So much you say in few words!
Thanks, Christy. Your comments are a gift to help me see more in my poetry than I thought was there.
I love haiku. You earned a follow from me! 😉
Thanks for the follow. I think haiku is fun to write,. Glad you like mine. 🙂
Ah — wish those wrinkles wouldn’t attest. Enjoying your poems. =)
Thanks. I’m happy to know you enjoy my poems. 🙂
lovely and subtle!
Many thanks. 🙂
very gorgeous writing!
Thanks.