On a Winter Morning

Purple Profundity

noticing the rosy rim
a round thing
draws my eye

creamy whites and gray shaded stone
hefty thick-rimmed glass
comfortably cradling
precious and fertile

of summer past
holding seeds
of basil
yet to come

–elisabeth connelley

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    • Thanks for your comment! I neglected to comment back as, while from a distance–and probably truly, I didn’t see them as seeds, but as a moment by moment manner of coping with noting small good things, as life on life’s terms is currently scary. I rather feel like a liar.


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