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Crystal  ball in pre night sky
Floating on orange waters
Bright light from departing sun
Golden shine in twilight
Waiting for the moon to rise
When sun says goodbye
Soft glow on Earth.


Shell ✨🐚
I keep trying to come here to write how I feel
But I am at a loss of words
I begin
And delete
And I attempt and fail
Money was made by a person
Career was made by a person
Material riches was made by a person
Soul was created by the creator
If that we as people can overstand
And he wrapped me up in his beautiful melody.
Love
Joy
Delight
and Contentment.
We are floating leaves
Children of the winds and tide
Following the stream
 May 2022 Elizabeth Squires
Maddy
One door shuts and another opens
Many goodbyes and an unexpected Hello comes out of no where in particular
You were not looking and then you got found
Robins come out of nowhere at your feet
Eagles never usually seen fly over head to greet you and show you the way
After you have dealt with or jumped a hurdle
Perhaps you will be walking towards the sun

C@rainbowchaser2022
 May 2022 Elizabeth Squires
Ryan
is wondering why she always texts back when you're thinking of her

until you realize

it's because you're always thinking of her
Being in first light
I can see lamps lit
and the clouds strewn across the gray dawn.
From the east
the sun whispers greetings
of the new day.

Being in first light
I wonder what faces I will see for the first time
whose hand I will see reaching out to mine
that first grip always telling me something
about the gripper
making me curious
about him and his world.

Being in first light
the western horizon is still dark
its terrain unknown.
What adventures will reveal themselves
and beckon me beyond the barriers
of my comfortable world
as the sun rises?

Being in first light
neither foreground or background
are fully visible yet.
This state of mystery
gives me a tingle of excitement
and wonder.

I think I like
this moment
of first light.

Written at first light 7-20-18
As I began this poem it was indeed first light seen through floor-to-ceiling windows from high in a hotel placed kindly on the Oklahoma USA countryside. As I wrote I thought of a new group I am joining, not knowing personally anyone in it, wondering who and what it will reveal to me as the sun rises.
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