Daily Poem

It may be that this life is an illusion,
some say this is so and if it is
then I welcome the rainbow
dusting the horizon
with its gratitude and celebration,
and the sun joining in
and I welcome the gentle thunder
of your snoring next to me
and the warm embracing sheets
covered in bird sounds
like gentle rain on the metal roof
and the bluebonnets
so fleeting and so persistent,
I welcome the winter returning
and I regret its going away
though I welcome the spring buds
poking their tiny tender green shoots
into the gentle light
from out of darkness
and wood and soft flesh
I welcome the passage of time
and the beginning again
the death of illusion
and the dawn of amazement.

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