The tides still ebb
The sun still rises
The trees still grow
My curls are longer now.
We have a new president new governors
Different colors speckling made up maps
I will be someday,
gone,
that is.
When I am,
I hope the pine needles still grow thick
covered thick
with snow.
Comments
The fog has turned the brilliance of the sunrise into such fuzzy pastels... I would never have guessed that fog could transform a landscape like this into a new, serene beauty all its own. In fact, I'd really never thought about fog being beautiful until I came across this photo!
Thank you! I’ve really been appreciating the fog these past few mornings!
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