
Daystar fades.
Birdsongs still,
Resting for the night.
Anxiety over unaccomplished chores
Somehow soften, as majestic trees show
Arms reaching toward hope:
After the night,
Another chance.

by Christina Delaney

Daystar fades.
Birdsongs still,
Resting for the night.
Anxiety over unaccomplished chores
Somehow soften, as majestic trees show
Arms reaching toward hope:
After the night,
Another chance.

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beautiful phrasing and very evocative. Thanks!
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