Friday, August 2, 2019

Like a Whale, Breaching


When I see the sun
and feel her warm embrace
I am always grateful


But when the days have been cool
and the winter, long and gray,
on those days when the sun
breaks through and embraces me warmly,
On those days,
I dance like a whale breaching,
for joy like no other joy.

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