IN WAYS WE LEAST EXPECT

My dear friend, Julia Tanner posted this picture today. It had great meaning to me, lifting my spirit in what has been a more lachrymose season just now. It got me past myself.

IN WAYS WE LEAST EXPECT

mid dead branch of weeping limbs
and earthen dampened brush
warming sun
peers in the soul
of natures loveliness
regardless be the wildland smudge
or trees with wounds beset
its light still finds the beauty seen
in ways we least expect

A poem by Greg Nelson
© 2022 by Poppie’s Hallel
(BMI. Admin. by Amplified Administration)

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