You see life cycles
when you pay attention
to a garden —browning
leaves and curling petals,
the tender buds guarded
until the blooming—
a parallel to our living,
the way each day
moves into evening,
opening and closing,
new life and death,
and we find meaning
in the dark night
when we have time
to keep vigil,
finding ourselves
in dreams,
drifting into
an unconscious
awareness —
we are more
than bone
and skin.
—C.L. Fisher, July 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 