Work of a Different Kind Beckons —trE

sleep doesn’t hold me close
this morning, it left me
hours ago–
waning in the mystic light
hovering over the flutter of
birds’ flight
I remind myself that
work of a different kind beckons
& rest will drape me in its
hold when the day
becomes lifeless & old.

Read more trE @ acorneredgurl.com This morning I took two lumps of sugar in my coffee. Needed to hear the Mourning Dove’s cooh and these words were balm. 🥰

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