It broke through banked blankets
this Beaten Bar of Gold
burnishing each naked trunk and limb
flooding the far forest with flamingo
fortitude for another frosty day.
7:17 a.m.
Published by Karen Yoder
Join me for a cup of coffee and a bar of dark chocolate. We'll talk about -- well, what do you want to say? I'll listen. Teaching is my passion, reading my inspiration, writing - a creative outlet. And Jesus, my Redeemer. I lean hard. "For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." -Mary Oliver View all posts by Karen Yoder
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Living in the Now 
Such marvelous phrases to describe a morning sunrise in my hollow. It’s also stunning symbolism. Thank you for making my day more beautiful.
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