The frost accentuates
Each vein that once gave life and structure
To this dead leaf, whose ghostly appearance
Calls to me as I cross the lawn
In hopes of photographing the sunrise.
How easy it is to miss the gifts of the present
While focusing on the future;
How easy it is, to miss the potential gifts,
The broadening of perspective we might gain,
By planning how we might respond
Instead of being fully present
And listening to what others have to say…
1 comment:
No pasas nada por alto y todo te llama la atención. Buena vista
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