I see skies of blue/ and clouds of white/ the bright blessed day/ the dark sacred night/ and I think to myself/ what a wonderful world… —From What a Wonderful World, George Douglas
I saw myself reflected
in silver steps like stones
skipping across a river,
winding up the evergreen,
near deep pools of cobalt
hues, round the pine
needles of the giant
tree reaching into the
clouded blue … just a warm,
December afternoon
3 days before Christmas
in Texas, and it was beautiful.
—C.L. Fisher, December 2020
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