Honey & Darkness

 
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Winged Hope Awakening

 Swoosh, I hear wings 
glide
 across my quiet spot 
near 
babbling water 
along the creek.

I imagine 
wise owl


limping along winter gray branches

to bask in first streaks of 
sunlight.
Does he feel
 my vibes
,
gather my pains

and joys

together for me?

Will he send them 
to me 
revamped,

and wrapped with hope?

I stir out of 
comfort 
to 
face today;

optimism blankets me.