Wait

Just before the sleeping land's shrouded shapes become distinct
and the first bird pierces the spring-loaded hush gripping everything,
In those fleeting, promise-filled days
before a one way journey to a new, greener pasture,
As your mouth waters in anticipation of a sweet, delicate indulgence within reach,
Pause, embrace longing,
before the might-have-been is shattered by the is

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Postcard from Sunnyvale

I want to flood my world with red, orange, yellow all around, now swirling down, stark sticks stand against slate skies and crisp bright leaves become a sodden pall and the fragile empty silence waits for the full white silence to come