The Sun

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Dearest light, 

star and love 

on the other side of dark.

calling to me 

spreading your warmth

like a blanket

across the morning fields.

You are why 

I wade through 

endless cool shadows

of flickering fingers, 

that tease me out of an unlit life

and into your waiting arms. 

Finally, I can stop. 

and meet myself, 

right where I am,  

holding onto whatever 

I am carrying.

At the edge of the woods,

surrounded by bird songs and trees,

we will sit together, with what is true.

Mary Ann Burrows 2021

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