Let your desire for what is not, yield
to desire for what is. You can see
the light's shadows reflecting on the field,
faintly, and those dark patterns make lovely

pictures. Wishing on waxing moon appeals
to your slight perfectionist tendencies;
whining and complaining tend to conceal
invitations and opportunity.

In the steel gray sky, fog paints artistry,
cosmic masterpieces; the daffodils
peering in the rain. Life's complexity,
light in darkness, sun through haze, good revealed.

Blue-tinged mountains, puffy white clouds appear
above the storm. Perspective, the air clears.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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