7 am. 2023-11-19.

perhaps 100 crows fly overhead
through the just- brightening skies
shrill with their caws breaking the air
grateful for the solitude currently and
my dogs intently sniff the frosted grass
the beauty and wonder of this Sunday
are not lost upon me, but found
I pull these feelings into my heart
happy to be alive and well
so Sunday begins anew
not going to be blue
have the most incredible day
rejoice in this manner
strangers, friends, all




*Blessed Sunday. All rights reserved. Poe. 2023-11-19. *