In the space between an inhale and an exhale

Love powders the Overstory in the softest snow / like the missing tears on an endless tangle of branches / where there’s not single squirrel to be found / and the cats delicately make their way home.

In the expanse of space between an inhale and an exhale / the sky sheds memories in snowflakes / and the earth accepts the softest issues of soul as the heart grows infinitely lighter.

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Sometimes it appears to me that the world is crying for loss. Grief is very real to those that are grieving but there’s a way perhaps to transmute grief into beauty and look at it another way to heal and help accept loss.

The rain feels like tears but water also attains the soft issues of snowflakes that make us stop, stare and wonder. Something to think about, surely.

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