Highland Meadows

January 22, 2021

Planted where I am,

I watched you blossom in the field

Time being what it is,

I picked each moment that would yield

Love that’s to be shared

takes on new meaning as it sows

Joy to spread and flower

—beyond where limitation grows

(The New Room: January, 2021)

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