A broken tulip

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Evening answers
the morning softly
darkness gathers
trees, stores, homes
as a hen her warm chicks.
The sun in grateful colours
sinks into oblivion.
I watch the first dandelions
brave the recession of light.
The will close, soon.
I have closed the restaurant already.
It is good to close for night, it is right.
I look back and the morning’s angst
is replaced with gratefulness
that swells and reaches back
to touch each face in gentle awe,
to allow the sunny faces
to curl into closed fastness for the night
and I withdraw, to leave them be
the past.
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In answer to Monday’s morning poem. 🙂 Have you ever wondered what is meant by someone having “staying power”? The power to stay put without losing hope, maybe? 🙂 Stay well and keep looking up!