If we only counted sunshine,
left behind the darkest hours,
we would only live in snatches,
in the bits between the showers.
We would never know the power
of the sun without the dark;
we would never know a flower
if we’d never seen soil stark.
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It’s your attitude that I am drawn to –
you wear your beauty lightly,
a mantle to keep off a draft, nothing more.
No mirrors grace your walls;
instead, you look up,
out;
contentment hangs like a visceral Presence
as you breathe the air of Joy.
This attitude of Gratitude
for sun, breeze, rain,
pleasures to behold and be held,
holds me captive in the Now
and I feel a tiny block of
bitter ice
melting in your gaze…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 