Looking out window
This dark wind-howling morning
Everything is black
Bright room behind me
Transforms window to mirror
Reflects me instead
cronechronicler
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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Lovely
Thanks, Lynn.
Was crazy-windy here, too.
Loved the reflection of your light…
At least it is not snowing – yet. Thanks for your comment, Dale.
Oh Yeah!!
🙂
I love that contrast!
Thanks, Janet. Glad you like it. 🙂
An invitation to be present with you!
Thanks. Lovely comment.
A lovely juxtaposition of warmth with the stormy weather outside.
Thanks, Andrea. I appreciate how you see something in my poetry that I hadn’t thought of.
Skillful display of artistic competence. Love it!
Thanks for your comment that you see “artistic competence” in this. It always surprises me when people like you respond to something in my poetry that I didn’t realize is there. ❤
That’s the beauty of creating. Often our creations are bigger than us. I like to think that’s the essence of inspiration ❤️
Lovely description of the essence of inspiration. Thanks. It is a mystery.
A reflection of you ~ A lovely ending to this one!
I’m glad you like it, Christy.