by Mark Jakely
You seem to know
there is
no frost until
there is,
little Buddha, master
of the art of being
in the moment though
you ripen in the sun,
rendered brilliantly
by God or Paul Cezanne.
To An Apple
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Thank you for this very timely reminder to stay in the moment and be open to all possibilities.
B. Lynn Goodwin
http://www.writeradvice.com
A tiny gem. A poem prayer, or a prayer poem. Thank you.