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[Michael Whelan, Lights(1991), acrylic on watercolor board – courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

  IN REFLECTING - A FOLD

Yet still i recall in reflecting,

As if at logger heads thunder clapped  

November streaked in lightning,

Despite her torrid weather,

I still do recall in reflecting,

Days of - will this never cease?

Still, trees are lit now and blinking,

The grinch, maybe was behind it all, 

With all his mischief making, 

Hope shines through in the end,

As still i recall in reflecting. 

© gillena cox 2024

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