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After the recent election I’ve been grasping for straws and my fingers touched a metaphor, instead.
Here’s a 25-word poem.
It’s True
the moss on the tree
glows
against the rotten snow,
greener
under this gray sky
than a blue one, greener
after the snow
than before.
–Steve Peterson
So good to hear your poetic voice again!
Let’s find that glow wherever we can.
I’ve really enjoyed your #haikuforhealing project. That’s a bright source of “glow” for me these days.