all morning
the cold mists
jeweled tiny pools
upon the stubborn grass
of december
silvering
a single blade
a single strand
of a spider’s web
simply sparking the grey
of the day
away
life can be like that sometimes
obstinately one side
of the coin
one minute
then joyously the other
one secret second
later
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 7:17 PM UTC
all morning
the cold mists
jeweled tiny pools
upon the stubborn grass
of december
silvering
a single blade
a single strand
of a spider’s web
simply sparking the grey
of the day
away
life can be like that sometimes
obstinately one side
of the coin
one minute
then joyously the other
one secret second
later
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