It’s the light How it illuminates a portion of each orange tree While the remainder resides in shadow The trees stand swathed in light and dark Spring green accents on forest green leaves New light spills onto the field beyond Imbuing the graying oak mulch with a soft peach glow Brightness holds promise of the new day Shadow reminds that repose is nature’s alternate state I rise to bask in the light While already anticipating the dark When night will shroud the grove in softness Before tomorrow’s pink-streaked dawn
I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years.
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Ah, this is lovely.
xo J
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Thanks, my friend. Holding you close during this tough time.