A Renewal

Quiet Easter morn,

a chilled wind moves through my hair…

goosebumps on my arm.


The sky is Earl Grey

and threatens a lush deluge

to cleanse my worn soul.


Not a renewal

only offered to me, but

to our diseased world. 


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1 comment

  1. I love the description of the sky! Thoughtful…

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