Horizon framed by trees stripped by Fall,
bracing for winter.
Seasons change, storms pass.
A metaphor for life?
Fifty shades of gray, stripped by storms
bracing for loss.
Where is the hope?
A Blue Herron floats over surface.
The Spirit floats over chaos.
Flashes of color break through the mist.
Seasons change, storms pass.
God--not lost in mist; clear and
present in the gray.
Hope.
Liveitwell
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