Just Like the Morning

Snow has fallen
on yesterday’s
belief of spring,

yet the morning branches
still echo
with winter’s

pent up birdsong.
Life, even
in its familiarity,

offers itself anew
each moment.  Perhaps,
you are so startled

by the light and shadow
on the bedroom walls
that you take a picture

as you linger
in the pillows
for just a little longer.

Perhaps,
you are startled
that everything is dissolving

into beauty,
again and again,
like the words

you finally noticed
in the song you’ve played
one thousand times.

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