Baby pink and blue, tangerine orange and snow grey,
eyes refuse to close to this beauty.
Last night the wind emptied our bins and
plastic is scattered amongst flora and cars.
I hold my empty bin with open palms.
My son is arriving home this weekend and
for once we are pausing,
to feast on this precious light.
Gratitude to those who knew it would
fill us.
Cloud Sheets
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